Empty Feeling

I cry about the incompatibility issues, but
I can’t waste any more energy
sulking over a man who is happy where he
stands, so I try to swallow the pain
stuck in my throat like an aftertaste.

I used to always joke about us
being so different and he would
cheer me up when I saw his face
he’d try to reassure me we were good
together, yet after we got done having sex
for lunch, the tears would pour down
like rain, and I would feel just as
empty as the way I came in.

He’d go home to his dog, and I’d go back
to my beautiful surprises, we didn’t see
each other often, just enough
to keep the loneliness company
and the benefits in tip-top shape.

Thank you for taking the time to comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.