Life Of An Ethnic Writer

[Cee Brooks]

 UNTITILED..

 

You once had me side twisted, straight lifted, silenced in your abyss.

I inhaled the flames of our insanity coughing up wet dreams for you.

I clinged to you.

...Yearned for words of praise from the shell that had no want but its own.

Undress my thoughts for a second of your time.

I was a slave to you.

Giving past the gift to the bare bones of my flesh for you.

I only wanted you.

You smiled as you swayed to the arms of another's romance or two.

I remained iridiscent winter frost bitten off in the distance.

I was stung by you.

Couldn't  unstick the honey that glued my common sense to your reality. 

But, I will pull out this thorn soaring away from you.

I will be strong without you