Piece’s of quiet…

We sit together in silence

and my thumbs start to twiddle

I rack my mind for some chat

but your vibe is a riddle.

What lies between us

creating this wall?

Uncomfortable quiet

gives no clue at all.

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Me, myself and Mary…

A midnight smoke

Puffing solo, alone

Hot boxing the room

By myself, on my own

Eyes glazing over

Latest Mary-Jane fling

I’m heading outside

For a late at night swing.

A long day…

 

Wide awake, mind buzzing.

Thoughts in every direction.

Can’t sit still, can’t lie straight.

Watching hours pass by.

Shadow monkeys play loudly.

Out my window, in the moonlight.

Bedtime nags me to get closer.

I need help to relax.

Mary-Jane blows me over.

I can finally sleep.

Don’t mind my business…

 

I struggle some days.

My burdens are heavy,

and I struggle.

Some days I just want to be numb.

Who has the right to judge how I cope?

The Mulberry bush…

 

Around and around we go, stuck on the same song.

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Things coast along nicely for a week or two,

then you back off me, suddenly.

For the next few weeks, your visits are far and few between,

and always well after midnight…

I don’t hear from you at all, outside of odd booty calls.

I begin to feel hurt and angry.

It bothers me to the point of misery,

so I decide it’s time I let go of you.

But as I reach my breaking point,

you turn on your charm…

You have time for me.

I feel attractive to you.

I feel wanted, loved and important.

I let my guard down.

Things coast along nicely for a week or two…

 

And around we go,  stuck on the same song.