Poems from aldergator
The words spilled out of me
Like exhaust spews from
An old worn-out car.
“I do love you”
Was all I said
And yet I felt as if
I just played...
We all blame the magazines
Or the models
Or the men who tell us we need to
Look our best.
We check-in on the daily woes
Of who
And what...
Sometimes I miss you
so much it hurts
physically
mentally
emotionally
But you played me
like the strings
of a rhythm guitar
in the middle...
he doesn’t care I care too much
and yet who would and need to let go
for I am merely for she is...