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Ann Onn Poem
“Get out my house!” I screamed,
My face turning red.
I was sad, you were drunk,
Our relationship was dead.
You were out partying,
Whilst your family was at home.
Is it any wonder,
I felt so alone?
Your dinner was on the table,
But it always went cold.
I was only young,
But life was feeling old.
Remembering back to when we first met,
Something I will never forget.
I left the pub, slipped, and went flying.
Your arms caught me, and you stopped me from crying.
From that moment on,
Love at first sight.
I wanted you to be,
My protector, my knight.
We went back to yours,
And spoke for hours and hours.
You then went out,
And you handpicked me flowers.
We were so content cuddling,
Just you and me,
Laughter, giggles
And a bag of weed.
I was eighteen
and you twenty-seven,
You were so much older,
But I was in heaven.
I knew from that night,
That you had to be mine.
Just like that,
Together all the time.
Lying on blankets,
Gazing up at the stars,
We were young and in love,
And the world was ours.
I was over the moon,
Thought “this is great!”
When I found out,
Why my period was late.
Mummy and Daddy,
You and me,
We were going to have
Our own family.
You took care of me,
While I carried your son.
You really loved me,
I was your number one.
When I found out,
My Nan was dying,
You held me for hours,
Whilst I crumbled with crying.
Our baby was born,
And he was perfect.
Nine months of sickness,
Was definitely worth it.
Watching the love,
Between you and your son,
I felt all my Christmas’
Had come at once.
Family days out,
Holidays in the sun.
We were all smiling,
We always had fun.
We all know that,
Parenting is hard.
After two children,
We drifted apart.
It had been two years,
Since we ‘properly’ kissed.
I never told you,
But it was truly missed.
I played on my phone,
You watched TV.
Why did we let technology,
Destroy our intimacy?
It was me who ended it,
Your priorities were wrong.
Now I’m all alone,
And I cry all night long.
We were together,
For nine long years.
Ten months apart,
Still there’s sometimes tears.
The boys and I,
Really miss you Daddy.
Do you remember,
When we were happy?
I really hate you,
But I love you too
We were meant to last forever,
Meant to be I do.
They say for each year,
It takes three months to heal.
So still a long way to go,
I hate how I feel.
I now know the meaning,
Of a truly broken heart.
Mine still needs fixing,
After ten months, apart.
Copyright © Ann Onn | Year Posted 2017
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Ann Onn Poem
I’ve made some money,
But she’s made more.
Knock knock!
Another punter at the door.
I slip on my shoes,
Put my lipstick on.
This man is eager,
Again, comes a ‘ding dong’.
He picks me,
I should be happy,
But I have to have sex,
With this vile chappy.
His eyes light up,
As I give him head.
The things you do,
To butter your bread.
Is it worth it,
To make a few quid?
I’m only doing this,
To feed my kid.
I want to punch him,
He’s demanding “more”
I get the urge to pick him up,
And drop kick him to the floor.
I fake on a smile,
And do what he pleases.
He is disgusting,
He smells like four cheeses.
The service is over,
He chucks me a tip,
Whilst looking at me,
Like I belong in a skip.
He leaves the building,
Looking elated.
I’m just a working girl,
Who now feels degraded.
Copyright © Ann Onn | Year Posted 2017
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