hit the street

2006-12-03 at 17:02 (poetry)

what happens when i half don’t want you anymore
when i wake up with your things strewn across the floor
and my first response is to throw them out
until i see you standing by the door

we stay together more out of habit than taste
since we cobbled together this thing in haste
inertia’s the strongest force we have now
i hope you speak first so i can save face

i stay awake at night with your body next to mine
half repulsed and half knowing and almost totally resigned
to failing to say or speak my mind
i worry and think and hope that you’ll be fine

i’m struck between love and desire
i want new passions, soaring higher
but you’re some kind of cancer that i admire
sometimes a change of scene is required

hit the street. and start again.

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3 Comments

  1. jaterry said,

    Well written and so relatable.

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