Thinking back
I watched you, with the most interested
and unfamiliar eyes.
I liked the new territory.
I used you for that.
But than again, I could claim until I’m blue in the face
that little things mean nothing
compared with the larger picture.
Knowing now
the larger picture is you
and I
could never do.
I wish I could whisper
in your ear
that I don’t
and that I won’t
need you.
Looking forward
I can see the many things you are missing.
The guidance, the purpose
The mystery, the more than surface
level attraction.
you just don’t own up to your first impression.
You leave stains on my lips
and blemish my neck
only you.
But then and now and forever
they are quickly fleeting.
This is a tale of a few good men.
One I care for
One who cares for me
and One who cares less.
I bet you could guess.
These few good men have names.
Rather know in our good country.
All of which I have had.
All of which I am sad,
for and to say
that none of you
can ever
complete
the whole me
I stand on solid ground
I always have.
This story goes
I get my way
with whom ever I wish
cause I am one
masterpiece
in this blue and green fish
bowl
whether I be alone
or whether I be with another
I have the ground as a blanket
it shelters me from the few good men
and their ever uprising storms.
-Alexis