so me feeling uneasy
when bombarded with
questions about how
bad my marriage life
was then and what am
i supposed to do about it
now is supposed to be
a case of wrong timing
or even out of place.
celebrations are made
during birthdays but maybe
some things aren’t on the
spirit with certain people on
what they’ll be talking about or
maybe i just can’t really get
my head that far up my ass
so i could see things from
their point of view.
i don’t know man, i just don’t know.
when they do make out
it ain’t just about flesh,
they give their souls
as well. and you are
that kind of woman
which only makes
things even worse.
unfortunately, we’re stuck and pause for a while
here in the pages of my paper and words are all
we have. I want to talk everything about me, and
I will let you into my heart while I get mangled by
my thoughts you encouraged me to explore and
I wish my mind won’t die together with you.\
And now we’re stuck here again and pause
for a little while in the pages of my paper,
should we move on? — i run out of words
to say and words are all we need
troubles stalked your
whispers like bewilderment;
the absence of enlightenment
on societies deliberate fault ———
you ran amok in silence on a road that narrows your senses.
and i don’t know why you miss me
jesas, you haven’t seen me
and you, i know i’m in your home now,
my dear ghost ——-
continually smirking in my memory.
i know you’re still there and yes, i cannot tell you to get lost.
i’m too nice or worked up to say, but i’m telling you to hide —-
as my image