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Maren Johnson Poem
He never loved me
Well damn I just found out
Took a shot to the heart
Don't know where I should start
I guess I musta been strung out
Cuz I was straight up on his arm flashing that smile like aint no brother like the one I got
Saying girl I'm so lucky
You just jealous
Whatchu mean he's cheating
Ahh shut yo mouth
Making plans, writing poetry, letting his hands be one with me
He was free to play games with me
With my identity
When he was through with me
I barely recognized who she was cuz she was not me
But I was forever high
See I
I planned our wedding in my mind a million times
Yeah I said we'd name our first kid Tasha
Or prolly Sasha
Even after his great grand aunt Hadassah
Kiki or prolly Eloise
He could bend me over
To his whim or his fancy
Deeply committed was I
To this guy
I didn't care about the why
I just cared about his smile
How his face would light up when he saw me
And just how it was all so wild
Mild
was never a part of our loving
heavy from the get nicca always had me coming
To him constantly running to him
Gunning for him
Loving just him
Giving never ex-pec-ting
He didn't love me
See I just found out
One day it came to me when I was walking around the house
It came to me
How I'd put his needs before mine
Put ma money on his hustle
Saying everything would be fine
Cuz I would be-ne-fit
Joint bank accounts
Cleared out savings
Warning signs begged me to put an end to the ish
But I just couldn't quit
I could not forget
He was that 9-5 that I just could not leave
So I worked tirelessly hoping the boss would recognize
My efforts and promote me.
Promote me?
Dumb me
Strung out
Oh boy kinda good turn out
Everyone showed up but sanity
Cuz I musta been crazy to letchu play me
and sway me to your mindset
Wet, my heart with regret
turned me cold a reject
Deject-ted I stayed that way for centuries
Soul moment suffering through comments
Holding on to moments
Dead to emotion to me anomaly
He never loved me
WELLL I JUST FOUND OUT
I was silly blind trying to find
Reasons for his indiscretions
His lack of confession
Why he never let me in
Musta been ma sins
saying be more forgiving.
He never loved me.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Maren Johnson Poem
Avarice breeds contempt,
disrupting equilibrium.
Forgotten graces; haughty imps jubilate,
keenly listening, memorializing news
of people quietly receding.
Slippery transgressions ultimately vanquish wiles.
X-out yawning Zacchaeus.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Maren Johnson Poem
Take my hand and I will lead you home
Back to a pure unspoiled love.
A love fresh like dew on blades of bright green grass.
and the sweet songs of birds in the morning
that make you forget about the past.
Take my hand love and I will lead you home.
Home is where our hearts once were.
We can be one again.
Hand holding and rain cursed heads.
I am yours for the taking.
I am yours to the death.
Take my hand dear and I will lead you,
to dark night kissed riversides.
Skinny dipping and underwater rides,
in a land of love,
a land of life.
Take my hand and I will lead you home,
through the rain forest foot beaten path,
on our way to nowhere,
as we laugh about a laugh.
Come.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Maren Johnson Poem
Dreams take on wings and fly away
Parasitic green, paints window panes
In a heap of, once white, torn strands
of happiness she begs tear ducts,
for just one more time.
Overgrown fingernails,
despair and gloom.
Swollen stomach and
matted hair.
Sitting in a castle of tombs,
she longs to fly way.
A bit of blue through a little,
insect nibbled hole in the wall
lends her hope in spurts,
but night always falls,
and leaves her alone again.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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