Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in

One

By

One

And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.

Stepford Smile

Perfect pearly periodontals

Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal

With ruby red luscious lips

And a gallant gaze that never slips.

 

Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks

And long slender legs that go on for weeks

Hold together this petite plastered shell

And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.

 

She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation

The epitome of human perfection-

But you must be careful, do not break her!

For she’s hollow within, she has no center.