You ever fall face first and teacups over starry eyes for someone to find out he can take you, only to leave you. Yet your stubborn heart keeps grasping at straws until its shredded with paper cuts. Alright, my metaphors I mix much; so here is the poem, followed by the spoken word.
Faithfully I waited for the universe
The higher powers, whatever they may be
To open my true blues wide, wider still
To the heart’s masochistic idiocy
To show me my ardent passion for him
Was naught but willful, wishful contemplation
Serving biology on overkill
Be fruitful; avoid self-assassination
A tragically romantic spirit
From the highest height, I took the greatest leap
Jumped without looking, believing I’d soar
Alone … accomplished not even a wing beat
Now, I lay in a melancholic ooze
Realizing there’ll be no late-breaking portent
My lucky stars, incommunicado
Time to wise up and just take his word for it
It’s over
copyright Pryde Foltz 2014
Photo courtesy of the Creative Commons and found on Max Pixal