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she sits on the edge of the bed...

by Olivia Weinkein

she sits on the edge of the bed
he is sprawled out in the middle
he takes up too much space
in more ways than one she thinks

& sex is explosion
but he never asks her about how much
she hates to walk into a room with no
lights on.

the dark is always full of surprises.

and she wants him gone, but murder
is never the answer so she waits,
patiently.

this is never going anywhere.

life is funny in all of its
inconsistencies.
just yesterday she wanted him here.
today she only wants him

to leave.

08/19/2008

Posted on 08/19/2008
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/20/08 at 08:19 AM

Geeeeeze but I know this position too well! Very definitely well-stated.

Posted by Racquel Cervantes on 12/24/08 at 10:58 PM

Excellent poem! Captures very well the odd anxieties of "love". The fourth stanza had me chuckling.

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