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she didn't see the world roll its' eyes

we've done the ex-partners,                      
friends with benefits thing                      
for this last year, and it worked                        
being a pair of volatile beakers                        
respecting friendship and chemistry                        
enough to stretch civility                        
right up to the point                      
of explosion                      
                       
cool.                        
                 
She has fucked other fellas, with limited                   
jealousy on my part, and as rich as gravy                   
we poured along swimmingly.             
Everything went the way of mostly kosher                
until one fella, that I can no longer call friend,                
decided he wanted to chat up my lab mate.                      
                                 
No need to explain why certain lines                      
are never brought up, let alone broached, so I say,                      
"Sure, why not, have at it". Didn't much care for the dude,                      
more of a historical obligation, and felt zero to negative                      
threatening vibes from him. Her however, I respect, hate and love.        
She usually has impeccable taste, and as sure as shit owns stink,                      
I thought we would share a laugh. We didn't.                      
                       
Lines were crossed, and my laugh is working hand to mouth.                      
Better for the long term, last laughs laugh best and such,                      
but a terrifying brutality seems to be stowing away                        
in wait for this chuckle.                        
                       
I want to fuck her                      
but not in the fun but passionate,                        
dirty but loving way                        
that we have been.                        
                       
No. I imagine her on her knees                      
in the center of a circle of me                      
catching cum on tear stained cheeks                      
from an arsenal of war hardened cocks                      
that quench thirst through murder                      
                       
Yes. I want to say "bitch",      
and mean it. I want to pinch her ass,      
as she passes by on the way to make my sandwich.      
I wanted my beer ten minutes ago, and I damn near      
might have to smack this bitch,                      
                       
but                        
                       
that is not me,                        
and I resent her most                        
in these moments
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 22nd May 2013
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