I’m not writing for you.
Not finding the metaphors, hiding the meanings
For the things that you know full well to be true.
It’s as though my words you are blurring
Purposely out of focus, so you don’t have to see what I do.
And, like a nightmare recurring
I am no more than shameful taboo,
Or that I’m forever scheming,
Dreaming ways I can outdo
My latest mistakes. You
Are always so amused by them. Deferring
Feelings and moments until they all become untrue.
And so, you win. One day you’ll wake up seeing
Between us there is no longer any glue.
Nothing to stick us together, holding
Us in place. No more. There is no sweet adieu.
I’m still writing.
It’s just not written for you.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s