Love Day Sucks #Poetry #ASMSG #Valentine

I woke up thinking it would be OK

then I realized just what everyone had to say

 

Happy Love Day…

 

Each time that word fell across my ears

Therapy bills piled up for years

 

I love you meant hitting your kids and wife

I love you meant giving up your life

 

I love you meant you weren’t good enough

I love you meant life was tough

 

I love you meant screwing someone else

I love you meant dealing with what was dealt

 

I love you meant not really caring

not really daring

to— love

 

 

My words might as well have been dead

When I said,

I love you …

 

It meant— I love you

 

It meant you were enough

I meant together we would be tough

 

It meant making love all night long

It meant “they were playing our song”

 

It meant I cared

It meant I dared

 

It meant my heart would be broken

It meant I would just be a token

 

to be given away

just like any other day,

and no I’m not OK.

 

Love Day sucks …

Fuck

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013 

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Your Rhythm gives My Rhythm a Boner #Poetry #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday

Two such very different views,

Yet you’re my muse

 

You think love is science and math

I think love guides you along life’s path

 

2+3 doesn’t equal five in the game of love

Something your logical mind can’t rise above

 

I think love is alive and well

You think love means a living hell

 

I don’t think love is hearts and romance

I think it’s a very intricate, yet tormenting dance

Made to enhance…

 

Life.

 

 

I want to wrap you in my version of love

I want to help you rise above

 

Love isn’t about sex or money

Or about how many times you call me bunny

 

It’s about the times I asked how your days was

The times you bought me a card just because

 

Love has a rhythm unique to its owner

Your rhythm gives my rhythm a boner

 

My heart lived in a dark place

Your heart crowded in my space

 

You happened without warning

It all started with, “Good morning.”

 

Love is written all over our faces,

And can be found in the strangest places…

 

Like the janitor’s closet.

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

I will find Love again #Poetry #ASMSG

We’re in a sexual revolution

It’s not pollution

 

Sex is as natural as breathing

Desires seething

 

Lives becoming one

Orgasms that come undone

It was fun

 

I miss the days when I called

and you made me your fuck-doll

 

I miss the days when you’d rain down spanks

on my ass.

Why couldn’t it last?

 

All good things must come to an end

even though I miss the way our bodies bend…

 

I’m just reminiscing about what could have been

The way we sinned.

 

I’ll find love again

 

Don’t you worry.

 

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Copyright 2013