AM FED UP BEING THE PREY

Am fed up with you

Seeing you but not being seen

Touching you but not being touched

Speaking to you but not being heard

 Am fed up dreaming dreams where you have your way

You have the last say

Willing to be the backbone that assists

For you

I will take any risk

Behind closed doors I allow you to twist

Primitive words

Yes I know

But it’s your voice at this moment I miss

I run my fingers through my hair

And I pull

Wondering if you could be this gentle

Or should be more concerned with the lips that danced

Deductively down my spine

Why am thinking of ways to make them mine

I’m so damn frustrated

I’m not supposed to be here with you

No…No…I promised myself

This I wouldn’t do

And you…you’re so lost you don’t even have a clue

So I must continue putting on the ruse

My lips never saying yes

Always saying no…o…o…o

With perfect little ooos

I’m so fed up with the monthly drama

In and out of 2 to 3 weeks communication lapse

Emotions swimming in the sea of sad…ness

Some days I say fuck it

And fuck you

Then some days I’m in a mess

Can’t you see...?

I can be your greatest asset

Or are you so blind by today’s misery

That you so tend to each day repeat

Allowing this to become a part of your history

Causing your destructive patterns to cheat you from me

And me from you

Is this all you plan to do?

I just wanted a small piece of you

But I feel like a child at the door

Begging to get it

Trying to just be your friend

But somewhere along the line

Thoughts and smiles intertwined

Gotta shake you now

Because am damn fed up with me

I’ve messed up again

Allowing myself to fall prey

To my dreams about we being together forever