What Happened

What happened?

 

What happened

To I love you?

To I want to marry you?

To the fact that I would always win?

Win over her

Win over your ex

 

What happened

To those thousands of texts?

 

Hey

 

What happened

 

To sailing into the depths?

 

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Hamilton Caulfield

Hamilton Caulfield

 

i always hated Holden

who couldn’t make up his mind

the way he stumbled through his life

it were as if he was blind.

 

i always hated Holden

and his damned terrible book

he was too boring, too depressing

to keep my interest.

 

i always hated Holden

but now i am become him

i have lost the ability to make up my mind

i have lost the ability to come home to the norm.

 

i am lost

like Caulfield

but i always

hated him.

Lines

Lines

 

Lines and names are essentially the same.

 

You don’t call me that.

That name has too much connotation,

Too much resentment.

That name has too many memories.

 

So then what’s left?

Certainly not clichés.

I’ve ruled them out.

Along with that other phrase.

 

The new ones:

Gorgeous       Transcending

Daring            Infatuating

Dear               Tempting

Things you think I’d like to hear.

 

So why are these all lines too?

Right there that you whisper in my ear.

 

Other girls heard these names too

Fall from your lips my love.

The same way I heard that name before

By guys I was only a booty call for.

 

The writer is trained so perfectly.

All of us are.

To use and manipulate words,

For good and for spar.

 

There’s hardly a name in the book

That hasn’t been used

To describe the other half’s muse.

 

So no not that one.

There he tried to get in my pants.

Nor that one.

Used by d-bags who hardly give a second glance.

 

There are Lines and Lines

On top of more Lines used as confines

Each a slightly different design used by human-like porcupines.

 

I happen to know she heard that one.

I happen to know when he said that I knew we were done.

 

Because lines and names are essentially the same

And I have no desire to fall within that cliché frame.

 

Yet!

 

They all get mad when I’m not affectionate like that.

When the way I see it,

There’s only one of you who is mine.

 

Now try and count:

How many “babes” there’s been.

 

Try and count how many women

Were called:

Sweetie            Honey             Babe                Angel

Cutie               Doll                 Flawless

 

And worst of all:         queen               and      goddess.

 

Instead

There’s only one of you.

Only one, and only

One that’s mine.

Never to be summarized in a singular line.

Subservient

Subservient

On your knees

Hands on your lap

Assume your position

On the floor

Head down towards the mat.

 

I want “yes sir” only

As I do as I please

Never shall you directly

Look at me.

 

Your opinion, your mind

Becomes moot under me

My rule is final

In this one sided hell.

 

Give up

Repent

And

Surrender.

Under my strong grasp

Never may you have any room to thrash.

 

Continue reading “Subservient”

Drugs of such

Drugs of such

 

I feel you

Fervently

Racing through my arm.

You wondrous

Money sucking monster.

 

Everything I have

Everything I make

Goes on to you.

To new needles

Fresh injections

Fresh…

My money is

Lost

Wasted

Pissed away

Gone.

Spent on you

And worth every drop.

 

When he says

I drink too much

But he has no idea

That I don’t drink enough.

Now that

He gives me a choice

Between my family

And you.

 

My choice of

Which street corner

I want

To run to.