The Spoken Word: August 2006 Archives

For _________

Sometimes I wonder exactly what it is
that has me under your spell
after all lately
it's not as if you treat me so wonderfully
on the contrary
what used to be
is what I hope for
live each day for
believing that those days will return to me once more

You see, you used to be good to me good to me
good to me
if I repeat it maybe it will be good for me
to remember the good part
of a relationship
that seems to have jumped ship
man overboard while woman
takes the helm

How Did I End Up Here, Again?

What is it about me
that allowed me to end up here again?

Here is in an abusive relationship
I don’t mean knock down
drag out
knock your teeth out relationship

I’m talking about something
more subtle

the abuse you don’t see right away
because like the wind
the only way it can be detected
is when the pain is directed
towards your emotions

For the Bitch Who Stole My Husband

This poem has been a long time coming
You see, like my healing
Poetry is me feeling my feelings
Not suppressing because that leads to depression
And then my therapist
Why she might want more than a weekly session
She might even try to prescribe one of those little pink pills
By writing on that white pad with her silver pen
Just so I can stop feeling blue