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

The Economist


Economics is the study of choice.

When partaking in economics, 

one of the main problems is sustaining the wants and needs of a society.

Because we face the problem of scarcity,

 we have to manage what we have to allocate those resources to what we need.

The problem that we face as a result, is trying to determine what we need.

I am my own economist.

I am the subject in the course of my personal economics.

All that have done,

All of my choices have determined my priorities as a need or a want.

What’s my analaysis?

I need the attention from him.

I need him to drown himself in my spirit.

I need him to tell me that he thinks of me

from the moment he brushes his teeth

to the moment he washes his feet.

I need him to breathe me in, all of my scent 

and make me his humidifier.

So that I can clear him of their worries and troubles.

In turn, satisfying myself by affecting him that much.

I need to be the center of his attention

Because if I’m not, I get pre-occupied in the minds of others

and I realize how lonely I am

because I don’t fully have him.

Not as a best friend.

Not as a soulmate.

Not as anything that really matters,

because we as a duo are too rare,

but I have to share him with others who think the same way.

I need him to hold me as close to his embrace because when I’m with him

I feel secure.

The stories and humor I share with him

spark a radiant smile that is blinding but seen by every person

and the joy and happiness I obtain knowing I made him feel that way,

burns my sorrow away.

“Women don’t need men”. And it’s true they don’t,

But I need him, because without his soul, his ideas, his warmth, his song

I am not complete.

Because unless I have him to myself,

I won’t really know that I am as special to him as he is to me

Because if I don’t get 310% back from what give,

I feel unwanted and sucked into the ball of insecurity

I was curled in.

Because unless I have his attention, I won’t interact with him.

And I will lose every hope, and every breath, and every smile.

I need him because I am selfish and I want to be forever content.

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

spiritdtears

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

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

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.