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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Boys that Linger


Oh, the boys

That have flitted in and out

Of this used and battered heart of mine.
 

Some released with barely a flicker of pain,

No twinge in the demise;

Others causing shakes,

Like an addict in withdrawal,

Holding on too long, too strong

To the one ready to let go.

 
They linger

In the dark, quiet hours of the night,

As I wrestle with the

Would have’s, the could have’s,

And the should have been’s;

And review the gentle glide

Of whispered words of longing,

Of hands and lips upon my skin.

 
But at the break of dawn

I tuck them back inside,

And seek the next boy

To leave a mark.

8 comments:

  1. The speaker is a seeker! Always seeking "the next one." It's a bittersweet life...

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  2. there is a definite bitter sweetness to this...

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  3. sad never to find the one you are truly looking for and filling time with intimacies that never last...its hard....

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  4. When the right one appears, the speaker will know it!

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  5. Oh I so know this journey. Bittersweet, for sure.

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  6. I know this pain myself. Most often it comes at night when you can't defend yourself by some distraction or other.

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