you smiled even blushed a little. . .
you were so cool. . .
Kangol, gabardine, Adidas. . .
I should have known. . .
you were a player. . .
smoked all my cigarettes. . .
while hypnotizing me with your words. . .
they were smooth. . .
your eyes were gentle. . .
they twinkled with your warm smile. . .
I fell for your sugary words. . .
the first time. . .
your expert fingers touched me. . .
I melted to your will. . .
we fit like mac and cheese. . .
our hearts intertwined. . .
we became one. . .
your fierce lovemaking. . .
I’m still loving you today. . .
after all, all the pain. . .
you came home late. . .
alcohol on your breath. . .
raping me as I slept. . .
I was alone when I gave birth. . .
I had to walk three miles. . .
from the hospital. . .
with your baby in my arms. . .
my blind love still loved you. . .
we moved from there. . .
to here to over there. . .
crack became your lover. . .
the lies you weaved and told. . .
I fell for them. . .
I was still blinded by love. . .
remembering what use to be. . .
I should have sent you away long ago. . .
hope was the string binding us together. . .
maybe it was the fear. . .
of living without you. . .
I watched you become thin. . .
like a number two pencil. . .
crack was eating you raw. . .
from the inside out. . .
valuables were stolen. . .
crack even stole us. . .
dinner was hamburgers. . .
or hot dogs and bread. . .
we froze in the winter. . .
with the boiler off. . .
life was a struggle I hated you. . .
I loved you, when I shouldn’t have. . .
sold the house, lost our memories. . .
you married to have a place to live. . .
I battle illness and cry alone. . .
you would have been there. . .
to take of me. . .
we took care of each other. . .
we were soul mates. . .
now we are incomplete. . .
my world is an illusion. . .
feigning happiness. . .
I’ll squeeze your black-heads. . .
you’ll cut my toes nails. . .
we watch Grease, Hook. . .
and laughed at Bye, Bye Birdie. . .
I’ll do anything for you. . .
everything she wants . . .
ten years do I still know you. . .
you’re sober. . .
you’re big, stronger. . .
I want you. . .
but we can’t afford each other. . .
so you live your life. . .
I live mine. . .
my heart sill feels the lost. . .
the happiness we once shared. . .
is gone, gone, gone. . .
© Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
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