PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Communication is the Key


Frustrated... And its complicatin debatin over and over who's wrong and who's right not talkin for days then forgettin why we fight temptation heals the stress and at that moment its alright until another day and another night we begin to lose sight and it might look like it aint right, anymore. neither of us are sure because we chose to ignore whats laid out on the floor we talk things out but its the same situation again lettin go doesnt make us win so i fight that urge because you have always been my friend. im reachin a breaking point every woman has their turn and if i walk away i will learn you only go back if it burns and if he's there to cool me off be my man not blow me off we have a chance to work it off i get so sick it makes me cough he has a side to put it out my side feels better when i shout it out he holds me close to squeeze it out i open my eyes, a dream that counts.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.