My Best For You - Poem by Delilah Miller
I dream of your world.
It’s that one big oyster where you’re the pearl.
It’s a world of unwritten regulations.
Loopholes exist so as not suffer from temptation.
Pain comes only when called, but not if it can.
And your needs, people exponentially understand.
Charm is the new love and everyone gives in.
Diversity is only language; psychical looks are thrown into the garbage bins.
Jealousy and pride need not be swallowed or recanted.
The real sins are infidelity and the inability to be enchanted.
I fantasize about tearing it apart with my teeth and hands,
Of showing you a real human, a real woman and man.
I’d shred your dreams
Because their glow is a sick and annoying scene.
A warning light would go off in your mind
And you’d realize that souls aren’t easy to bind.
But in the end, I listen to your calls during late nights:
You claim you’re on my mind and you’re right.
Controlling my anger might be the best I can do
but I can be my best with you.
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