In My Pink High Heels

The Rules of Infidelity

I've forgotten to write.
Just write.
In prose or poem or in Music.
I've forgotten what it was like to be normal.
to hold your hand and be content.
To be normal.
Normal, like you and me.
I've forgotten how careless
Good Night, Good Bye, I Love You can be.
Instead feverishly I calculate, I manipulate
I analyse and reverberate
my half empty, half real,
fully confused feelings from Him.
I've remembered, your needy ways,
your insecure simpering
your out-of tune recordings
Your insincere meanderings.
I remember, you choice less
noiseless, voiceless
pamperings.
I Rhyme when I don't want to.
I never cry. Not for him, not for you.

I
am causeless.
I
am Hopeless
I
am Boyless
I
Remember
what it was like to be me and You.

posted by pINKhIGHhEELS @ 2:35 AM