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I’m stuck.
Don’t quite know how to quit you.
Feeling much like shit because of you.
I’m trying to force myself to flush you.
Down the toilet
Through the drain
Emptying into the sewer that has become where I keep my wasted thoughts of you.
It is there that these thoughts stew into hatred.
Boiling and bubbling over, I can remember how good you first tasted.
Reminded me of granny’s salmon croquettes and sweet potato pie,
You had my stomach full.
And though I should have politely declined when with heaping spoonfuls,
You promised me that we would have a more than delicious experience,
I sat quietly, hoping that you would be able to read the look in my eyes as insatiable and eager.
Gluttonous the way I was willing to feast on the love crumbs flying from your mouth.
Mere morsels of truth seasoned with manipulation and peppered with deception.
And now as I sit regurgitating what used to be,
Famished and love-starved,
I finally realize that you had no intentions of ever feeding this love at all…
11 comments:
Sometimes it is hard to let it go but you got to do like Keyshia Cole and LET IT GO!!!!
"Gluttonous the way I was willing to feast on the love crumbs flying from your mouth."
Sing that Gurl! You betta talk about that thang! I LOVE the way you did this.
Flush that fool!!!!!!
so you know he had me talking to the damn computer screen on this one...guuuurl...get out my head!!!!
Interesting indeed, sounds as if you need a five course meal in the morning, for lunch and dinner; good luck finding a restaurant which prepares all you desire in a "love" meal.
Well. Sometimes you have to go into the kitchen and tell them HOW to prepare the meal. I mean they do have comment/suggestion boxes. LOL
good interesting piece (OF YOUR MIND).
Girl you dont even know how mad I am right now that I can relate to this... good ish tho... and brought back some unwanted memories... but reflection is good... sankofa!
"I finally realize that you had no intentions of ever feeding this love at all…"
Good stuff! And sometimes the need to admitt heals hearts.
@ miss mocha: *sigh* but what about when you don't wanna let go though...? :-/
@ G: hahahahha! i can always count on you to give me perspective... ;-)
@ shelle: ain't that how it works??? always parallel to someone else's life!!!
@ slump: actually, luck has absolutely nothing to do with it at all...! ;-)
@ k.i.a.m.: RIGHT!!! not to mention, you can always ask to see the manager when you really want to get things straightened out...! ;-)
@ eb: hahahahha! ASE'!
@ ms. nubia: *sigh* i just wish the healing could come without the hurting though... :-(
i love the way you wrote this. my experiences with food are very similar to my experiences with love, both with lots of passion.
Deep, powerful...not easy to flush when there's so much debris
strong poem...authentic.
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