Our Measly Sums
What if this was heaven
And I had just forgotten?
I must have died a slow smooth death
And reached the end
In hopes to find a simple God
But was rewarded with the simple life.
If this place is over-dramatized,
Then fear and anticipating waits for me
Behind your begging and bright eyes.
This intimacy is beyond our control
And could hold great depth beyond such thoughts
That fixing your hair in the morning is no longer
The normal and half hearted example of daily routine.
Now changing the sheets is no longer a chore
And breaking hearts is now as comfortable
As driving long distance.
Keeping this ivory dress as white
As it has been all my life,
Has become as hard as dirtying it.
What would I say
If I was asked of my favorite sense?
Would I ever have a reply?
Would you need one with the look behind my eyes?
Watch these broken hearts beat
As if they were whole to begin with.
Watch her layered skirts swish
As she sways on your bedroom floor.
Take her like you’ve done before.
Just as you always will.
With it’s unaccredited inevitability,
She’ll watch your faults and falter
While I wallow in each flaw.
I hope one day she keeps you up all night.
Just the way you left me,
Burning in the fall.
Copyright © Samantha Mcdougal | Year Posted 2006
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