hitting home by Adrian Fosterfor I don't know how long now
I've been going to bed
and waking
with you on my mind
not being able to sleep
or you being the reason I wake
all this/that time
eating away at what was
my heart
after you repeatedly tore it
from my chest
to toy with and do with
what you pleased
and I let you
I played myself as well at times
making myself believe
that there were "tell tale" signs
that you still loved me
part of your plan,,maybe
to dig myself a hole
comparable to the first one
you dug for me a year ago
but, I guess time does it's work
and, I guess, i'm somehow healing
not as fast as you of course
...since you're heartless
and I've gained control of my life
although memories pass by now and again
but not nearly how they used to
i'm a happier person now
your memory still lives
but i'm happy
i'm doing me
and being me
although you'll always try
and screw that up on me
for your own amusement
like today for example
anyway, i'm going to bed now
and you will not be the last thought
on my mind
nor a thought when i wake
06/02/2016
Author's Note: To Lisa......I just wanted to see the dog, that's all. you know I miss mine. I didn't need, nor want, the rolling eyes and the drama show you put on for the world to see. but I guess your husband/landlord is setting more ground rules for you to follow..lol. I'm glad I'm at this point in my life. Now go lie to your/our neighbors about me. ...if they only knew. if everyone you've lied to, about me, only knew. But, I guess, that's what you do when you need to save face, make new friends, and gain popularity. You're so superficial. Not one thing is real except for the lies you tell,,,and the sex you sell. Some might say you're "A walking advertisement for Dyson!".
Posted on 06/03/2016 Copyright © 2024 Adrian Foster
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