Listen here ex-boyfriend

Since you are here with me once more

Leave or I’ll slap you like never before!

You were nothing but slime

A true waste of my time

If you don’t like what I just said

Please just get it through your head

That I’m a lady with class

And you can just kiss my a_ _!

Sincerely Happier Now

Have a great weekend my lovelies. Guady

I send you hugs from Brooklyn

The Breakup

Blinking away these tears

I pledge to forget you

If given the chance

I would whisper softly in your ear

Listen here

You little piece of Shiitake.

I am crying but I am not dying

I am whole just like before

You did not break me at my core!

Thank you for reading and following my blog. Have a wonderful weekend.

Sincerely Guady G

If only I were in Spring

A Soliloquy

I’ve been waiting many a season to come across him. A myriad of times I was bemused by all I encountered. I remember stopping, settling down for a while only to soon realize that I had been lost. Of course, I kept going but as I traveled my skin became more arid and now there are creases that weren’t there in my summer.

I look into the mirror and I see my spring because that’s how I feel! That’s how he makes me feel. My joints have loud crepitus but those sounds are barely audible next to the pangs of my being. He makes me want to soar. I want to roar I’m free!

If this were a world without judgement and without consequences then I would proceed. But I can’t for in this world we live in, they would not understand that love and passion are ageless. My heart was constrained but now it has been let loose by him. He holds the key but how will anyone understand? To them it would be like placing a square peg into a circular shape. It doesn’t fit they would say. It doesn’t belong.

I see that too but why do my feelings become so in tune every time he strums the guitar? Why does his written prose synch so well with the basic tenet of who I am? It’s not fair! I’ve searched decades to find him. Why do I need to ignore my feelings? Ignore him?

But I get it for he is barely into spring and I’m I’m in late fall. I have only the winter before me. I am that leaf that’s so beautiful in color but soon to fade and fall off.

I shall always remember him and in my dreams and oh in my sweet dreams shall he be with me forever.

Happy Poetry Month my darlings. Keep writing. Stay safe. Stay strong. Thank you for reading this long post. I appreciate you.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady