bad thoughts by Lauren Singerthere is no market out there
for sad-eyed swaggers
down lonely avenues,
clinging to purse straps
like open hands, thinking
"if i walk into traffic, he will know that i care for him."
the bed is too large.
the swallow is too thick.
the emptiness is too deep
and i am wallowing again,
but not for you.
i come home to cold pasta,
and the rhythmic breathing of the cat.
i take off my clothes
and imagine your eyes over me,
and then,
i can't remember what your face looks like
when you come.
i want so badly to be all that you need,
but i am not enough for anyone.
i am cradling a loneliness heavy enough to sink you
but you would never see that,
you would only mourn me after i was dead.
well look here, boyfriend,
i am clinging to a desperation so thick
that you have to peel away the layers just to find me.
haven't i given enough to you,
haven't i?
i eat by myself,
and i turn off the television,
and i know where your arms would be
if you were here, and what you would be saying.
"i am tired.
i am falling asleep.
you are..."
but you don't finish.
you are somewhere else,
chasing magnolias,
and i am walking home alone,
my tears freezing to my cheeks
wishing someone would assault me on the street
just so you would feel bad. 02/20/2011 Posted on 02/20/2011 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/20/11 at 07:06 AM the first paragraph/stanza is a really good opener. |
Posted by Agnes Hall on 02/21/11 at 12:12 AM I love this because it is so raw and incredibly honest. Great work. |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/21/11 at 01:55 PM your poems of the broken heart sear with an unparalleled honesty, Lauren...which is why I both love and dread to read them |
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