Twenty-two messages and two missed calls None from you — slightly appalled Clutching my heart; hold my breath for safekeeping Unashamed that I turned to your media for creeping I hold no position of merit or authority But, it doesn’t disregard your priority Over other guys that pay me mind Cause cohesion like ours= impossible to find I allowed you to debunk my reservations of guys like you Ones where charm and Old Charleston morals are the glue I’m a different kind of Southern, which you embraced Abec nines take precedence over lace Not dazzled by the finer things But by treasures the seashore brings Exchanges of kisses and movie quotes Jacked-up Ford and holding me close Dates with no pressure of time restraint To the hours of sleep lost — no complaints What could have possibly made me go array? The fact you were drinking the entire day Then confidently got behind the wheel The anxieties that triggered, I wouldn’t reveal So I calmly offered you a ride Which was declined, beaming with pride Texting fingers making my rebuttal Situation like this: ignored the subtle I don’t care if I was bossy or overbearing; At least I withheld my urge for swearing But to no avail, your desires came first Disrespecting those you could have put in a hearse Living solely for present satisfactions Oblivious to the potential chain reactions So I guess you'll never know how I survived A drunk driving accident where I shouldn't be alive Where a man with a jersey snatched his keys Deliberately disobeying his girlfriend's pleads Unconscious with his foot on the gas T-boning us adjacent to the overpass Forcing us on to the 121 side ramp guard Causing us to be rear-ended by an additional car The smoke from the airbags and headlights blinding Couldn't cease my mind from violent winding Physical pain laced with emotional destruction Muscular health and future plan eruption My driver and dear friend were with child Perpetrator’s admission to jail was never filed Tremoring as we emerged from the smoking Dodge Hopes we would be the same was a mirage Therapists, Specialists, and potent medicines galore Are an inkling as to why my friends I implore To abstain from drinking and driving Eluding others from this pain — I’m striving My intention is not to impose and not to judge I just couldn’t bear for another’s ambitions to be reduced to sludge So to the boy I wish was mine, “Certainly enjoy your ride” But my reservations on the topic, I refuse to hide 3 of 3 Series. It's amazing to watch the sequence of poems from my suspicion, enticement, and resolution. Conclusion: he's a selfish party boy.
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