I hate the feeling of waiting
for someone to call.
They never do.
So, I say, “If anyone calls
...
my blood clots too fast
to kill myself
(I just found that out)
and my hearts too strong
...
I’m done—
done writing all this ‘good’ poetry about you.
I’m through.
No more bestsellers feasting off my pain,
...
Window stains are all I see
As I stare in search of you
Fingerprints and watermarks
(this is all I ever do)
...
Everyday I came to visit you @ that cliff
(‘that cliff’ being a state of mind)
I would visit in thought or even in the physical,
leaving my ‘real world’ far behind.
...
Black and white stripes and Black Star
Birthed these crashing stars
And the cosmic encounters grew
From heated debates on love and marriage
...
Sometimes a girl just needs to be held really tight
and told things she just might be able to believe.
Sometimes a girl just needs to know she’s wanted around
...
Mr. Belvedere,
In summer heat, sometimes I
drink liquid fire
and flame just to close my eyes
...
Waiting...
I hate the feeling of waiting
for someone to call.
They never do.
So, I say, “If anyone calls
I don’t want to speak to them…
No one! ”
No one calls.
So, I wanna call and say,
“Don’t call me ever again! ”
So, I won’t be waiting.
So, I can sleep.
So, I can say,
“….so, I told him not to call
me anymore—because I was sick of it! ”
But, still no calls,
and I’m still waiting…
I love your insight into how a woman with passion thinks. if you get this please email me at cancertreewater@yahoo.com (from marines) P.S. i also left you a my space email.
One Love Nikki!