The tepid truth
coming from this
a lukewarm night
it’s 4am and like clockwork
the chanting starts,
as I sing effortlessly
here inside my head.
Love turns secretly
and all my private thoughts
sit with the jealous moon,
and she acts like,
she could care less.
Let the handsome warmth
take all my reminders
filling my doorway
with the most
brilliant sun.
I’m upset
and angry
most times
I don’t let her get
all too close.
I feel like,
she’s caged in
locked inside herself.
I truly wonder if,
she ever meant
the love she spoke about?
I want to push her,
I’ve been trying
with little
to no luck at all
trying to get her
off my mind.
Even the bedside prayers
haven’t helped much,
bless me father,
I simply want to ask
for a better way
of connecting with her.
All I really have
are the words in poems
they’re all I’ve got
now that I’m down
on broken knees
to palms.
She knew damn well
I’d drag myself
along a filthy path
ruining my look.
Ruining that part of myself
my untouched-self
that now feels.
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