Her Two Cents
It’s been a long time since anything creatively interesting has been posted on the Oklahoma City feed, but All That’s Left seems to be the first part (maybe) of a two part poem series. This one is an easy read, sad and strong like a Top 40 country song and not leaving much to the imagination. But that’s ok, some days you just want the words to go down nice and easy – like a glass of water when thirst first appears.
Missed Connections in Oklahoma City
All That’s Left
All That’s Left
….drank a glass of water
smoked a cigarette
got things on my mind that feel like regret
been thinking bout how I let you in
gave you the key and said let’s begin
this hot hot thing that just got
hotter…..
the kisses the bites the stolen hours
the end of the day came far too slow
you would be here tonight if I didn’t know
that playing a game of how much how far
your means to an end, would leave a scar
I’ve got enough of those to know
when you didn’t write, didn’t show
that you got what you wanted
moved along
pulled the rug out from under me
quick and strong
to the next to the last I’ll never know
It was fun while it was but when does it end
your answer to that was just call me friend
tried to walk it off tried to shake you off
the memories won’t change
but people do and when they do
they just seem so strange
the arms then legs that coiled slow
the tongue the whispers of let me know
the longing the touching the final blow
the want was there I wasn’t alone
it’s need that remains in minor tone
to question your motives is useless
to me
to know each one won’t set me free
can’t drink it away can’t hide from the
truth
this is business as usual for you
shared life stories between lips
that seared
my flesh remembers the prick of your beard
our eyes screamed more and more and more
my body my mind your private whore
I tapped out, enough
and you agreed
not in words but in the speed
of how you disappeared from view
just like you came
came out of the blue
I know today that I will
be fine
keep my hands to myself
stay off of the wine
don’t look at the phone like
it stole my money
and avoid like the plague
my gone. . . sweet. . . honey
How you are is a question
I can’t afford to ask
I’ve paid to much for that
answer in thoughts of the past
It helps to write these words
(I tell myself don’t send)
to mend the whole in my heart
that comes with the end
of something I held up to the future
to shine
In a light made by us in my own mind
Goodbye is the word I’m
looking for, there it is, I said
it
now there’s nothing more
gotta breathe, get some water
smoke a cigarette
get this thing off my my mind that
feels like regret …
