10 bucks says you're sleeping.
by Angie Jenkins
The beam of light from my cell phone
illuminates my ceiling but
not my heart because…
it’s not you.
Why would it be you?
You only told me you’d call
10 times before and
you’ll insist that you’ll call
10 times again before I can
gather the energy to throw out this
garbage bag of empty promises
I’ve collected from you
over the past year .
Nope…it’s not you.
And 10 bucks says you’re sleeping right now.
And 20 says I’ll still be waiting here if you decide to
Posted on 01/16/2012
Copyright © 2022 Angie Jenkins
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/16/12 at 07:46 AM|
I hate when people don't do what they say they are going to do.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 01/16/12 at 02:24 PM|
...so your speaker in this sizzling poem sleeps on his/her back too, facing up. I wonder if the he/she will ever find someone to take the bet...probably not, eh?
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/12 at 08:59 PM|
Those last two lines sealed it beautifully.
|Posted by Mo Couts on 01/17/12 at 02:41 AM|
I agree with Gabe; those last 2 are killer.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/20/12 at 07:22 PM|