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Its Over Between the Hearts

I miss when he calls me duchess I miss when he screams out Bambi I miss when he softly says babe I miss when he whispers babim I miss when they swing kisses on my ears then my neck slightly moves to have me say I miss all of you. the reason I left I remember not. but deep in my heart I know you all tried your best to put a smile on my face. it's just one man standing it's more tiring cos I have no one to Lean on when he chooses work over me. yeah! he's mad at me. why? because the only spare time he has to see me, I create work for myself . it doesn't make me happy it doesn't mean I don't miss him as much, it means if he’s always busy during weekdays. I get busy too during weekends. so we are both busy and cannot make love. when he's free I’m not and when I am, he's not. definitely not my fault. if he cannot create time to see me during weekdays because of his work. I just have to make myself busy here, even though I have nothing doing. hello! am busy sleeping. it shouldn't seem like I’m the only one begging to see. I’m not the only one in the ship. I don't give a damn... the part that would get me so crazy is when we fail to see, and I head back to school, then he indulges in any immoral act and tries to justify himself by saying. "when I needed you, you weren't they" Then I'll ask him, so you created time to F.. k a pussy that's not mine? That's it... it's over.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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