Guess

I should have known
because your shirt
sometimes had flowers on
I knew because
you got my jokes
where I was coming from
I should have seen
your fancy dress
was telling me something
but it was not
that clear until
It wasn't her but him

I'm always sitting on the gate

I deliberate
I aggravate
I'm always sitting on the gate
I've never said straight
how I'm feeling
I'm second guessing
a non existent meaning
I'm always waiting for their call
When they never planned to call at all
I'm never really showing me
I lack all spontaneity
I say I'm fine when I am not
I say I'm pleased with what I've got
And then I stew and blame someone
But still I smile like I'm having fun
He says he's going on a date
I laugh and say oh wow that's great
Inside my head I say I love you
What comes out of my mouth is far from true
One day I'll say what I really mean
It'll hurt their feelings
But it will set me free

Heartbreak is so romantic

I've been pinning my
heartbreak
on you
but these days its not that
which makes me so
blue
because tinged with misery
were traces of
relief
it suits poetry better to
seem consumed with
grief
you're a muse with no
substance
a ghost with no
air
I promise a Picasso
and you leave the wall
bare
If you loved another
I'd be mad with
jealousy
but I no longer want you
and you no longer want me
we just dangle and taunt
yes we push and we flaunt
and we torture each other
we don't give on another
a chance to see that
somewhere
there is great friends in there
we ice our words with
barbs and they
shatter.

For sale: One womb

One womb for sale
unused
yes I'm that broke these days
10 years warantee
I'm only twenty
young enough
to regret it when I'm older
A little bolder
the stiching of
the heart
is pulling from
the seams of my shoulder
still these days
seeds unsown
marks deep relief
though once a month
it gives me grief
its always better off that way
one womb for loan
perhaps
I'll need it when
It's gone