Under the California sun
in your stereotypical tiny beach town
the sun is seriously baking shoulders.
I was struck by the loss and loathing
of a girl that is to blind to see
that her true love has moved on without her.
She’s not lonely,
nor would we consider her all that lost.
She’s the type of girl that loves profoundly,
throwing her whole self onto the fire.
When the temperature is hot and burning,
she’s alive with this amazing desire.
You did not see, how important it was
to be honest when you said you loved her
because now she’s tattooed
with your words, forever inked.
Remember when you promised
how much she meant and then lied,
she’s not capable of moving forward.
She’s stuck in a world,
that all she does is write.
I want to scream at the girl
and push her into the cave
until she can break from her chains.
I’m referring to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.
Spring forward to today and sit with me
underneath this California sunshine.
The surf is just feet away, it’s free,
take as much as you want.
I know that none of this matters
especially now that you’ve posted again.
The love drawn battle isn’t between
the love you lost, but rather
the love you refuse to see between us,
the love that has
always mattered most
as I read every word
in every post.