Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Sometime Next Tomorrow

I saw your message last night.
I tried to call you back,
But it seems you're too busy,
According to your busy line.
It does not matter, anyhow.
I'll try again tomorrow
Maybe then, we can end
This long goodbye.

Your books are still here.
I placed them on a crate,
The one we bought when
We still wanted to adopt a pet.
Shame that we never got
Around to it.
Like with all the other plans
We had but abandoned
Down the hill.

Hannah said she saw you
Yesterday, by the cafe
Ordering your favorite drink
And mine--
While talking and laughing
With your new Partner
In crime? In love?
Oh, but you don't like
Love--what a laugh.
How are you?

I was really surprised to hear
Your voice fill my empty house
When I listened to your message.
It brought back memories
That I thought I've thrown away
Like your love letters and
Cheap crane gifts
Which once made my heart ache
With joy... Or so I thought.

Yes, I went out and had fun.
And did the cheesy things
You didn't want.
I felt I owed it to myself.
This happiness you dangled
In front of me, like a carrot
At the end of the fishing rod.
Always near, never achieveable.
You were always quite a bastard.


Jerry says hello.
My mom asked me if you're still alive
Or already in prison. Or dead.
Whichever, she doesn't have a preference.
You should really take home your game,
Or it will end up broken by the kid.
Your dirty clothes, too--
They're still here, rotting.
I can't make myself put them in the trash.
What if some homeless need them?
Take them and your books.

I'm changing my number after tomorrow.
I need a change of pace,
Away from your stifling shadow
And reckless violation of my space.
Remember the hundred meters
And don't attempt to integrate yourself
Anymore, in my life--in my house
In my crazy, warm family.
You're not part of it anymore.
Don't call me after tomorrow
After which, you can talk to my lawyer.

I have to go now.
I'll put all your things outside
The garage, near the broken piano
By the patio--the one you hammered down
When you thought I was flirting
With the gardener you hired
While I was in my dirt-encrusted overalls.
Enjoy your new conquest
And make sure you check your mail
Sometime today, or next tomorrow.
It ends here, or I will make you.

#RM

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Black and Blue

I turned a little slowly
To cut-off the pain
As I watched the reflection
Show my new colors:
Black and blue,
More red now
Maybe tomorrow darker.

I winced as I moved away.
Slowly rotated by jaw
And tried to put
My aching teeth together:
Just loose; nothing lost,
At least today.
I tried to smile
But it pained to do so.

I must stand, I say
To myself.
But my eyes are heavy,
Even thinking about it
Makes my heart flutter.
Oh! How I want
To simply surrender.
But not yet--
One more slide up.

Calm down,
Ignore the ceaseless pain.
One step down.
One step closer
To freedom.
What is that?!
Is that him
Again?
No. No. No.
I must go.

Ahhhhhhhhh!
No! Let me--
What? What?
I must have fallen asleep.
Passed out.
No! I have to get up!
Please. Let me leave.
I swear I will be perfect
And close my lips.
No one will know of my
Black and blue nightmares.

You will keep your freedom.
All I ask is for you
To look away.
Let me... let me--
Where am I?
My head is heavy
And I taste hot blood
Burning me.
I closed my eyes,
And opened them. Well.
I am here again.
I am still here. Again.


#RM
#TRG

Monday, April 20, 2020

Not Your Superwoman

I don't want to be your
Superwoman.
The one who dries your tears
And gives you
Encouragement
Whenever you are down.
No, thank you.
Stand your own ground.

I don't want to be your
Superwoman.
The one who works hard
To give you
Peace of mind.
While taking care
Of your house,
Of your heart.

I don't want to be your
Superwoman.
The one you call
When life is tough
And you feel so down
That you almost
Give up.
No, I don't.

I don't want to be your
Superwoman.
The one you cling to
Whenever you feel
Lacking and confused.
I am not your mom.
Give me respect
Not your dirty mess.


I don't want to be your
Superwoman.
I don't need an
Incomplete man.
I need desire and respect,
A healthy dose of
Intelligence and tact.
Add in some humor.
And you can be my man.


#RM
#TRG

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Goodbye

Good bye.
I wish I was able to whisper
These words to your ear.
Find your peace
Do not worry
About me
Or that world that's
A little poorer
Without your smiles,
Your laughter,
And the tears that sometimes
Fall from your eyes.
Good bye.
I'll keep you in my heart
And cherish the good times
And leave the hurts,
With the childish woes
Behind.
Let me remember
Your happiness and
Careless honesty
Which shaped me as I am
Today.
I am going to miss you.
But more than this,
I will continue
Loving you.
I love you.
Good bye.

#RM

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

More Fool Me

You broke my heart
That morning you said
You won’t let anyone
Hurt me.
You didn’t understand
That it is you
Who’s poised to abandon
Me; and shatter my heart
With a simple goodbye
While you go your own
Way to marry another.
“You’re not a lady,”
You told me
When I gave you my all.
You promised me nothing
And yet I still gave you
My bruised soul.
And then you smiled.
Your one-sided smile
Which brought thrill
To my being.
And I touched your face,
Memorizing it.
Making sure I remember
The face—
The handsome face
Of my feckless warrior.
My guardian.
The keeper of my heart
Who wanted nothing of me
Except the kind of surrender
That others pay for.
I have no dignity.
I have no sanity left.
And in a few days,
You’ll also take my squandered
Soul to nothingness.
As you say “I do”
To another
And make me see
The life you will build together.
While I keep my broken,
Scattered heart hidden.
To let you be respectable.
More fool me.
I loved you so dearly--
I--
I--
I hope you die!

- RM
03/25/2020