a few short poems
running through the list of things I need.
a checklist of love and desire.
with my shopping cart in tow,
i search for each item i require.
reach for a small box of compliments,
and a heaping bag of fantasies.
grab a couple gallons of attention,
and cross each off to treat my agonies.
she's forced to plug her faucet
so others won't have to bear
the leaky, clogged, and rusted pipes
that no one cares to repair
she's pathetically weak, wearing scars from those who lied
spends every waking hour wishing she could have died.
the steady flow of fear leaving herself paralyzed.
how could you love someone so constantly petrified?