How This Works

I'm not one to wait on my knees any longer 

The darkness is always so warm 

So quiet 

So eager 

To wait for you to open the doors again 

For me to collapse in your arms 

Aching for your warm touch 

Those delicate brown eyes 

Those warm hands on my frail body 

Close the door. 

Resume position. 

Water this plant, love. 

Feed me. 

How I would wait to die for you. 

Looking back at her. 

How disgusting. 

It's no surprise you left her 

So needy 

So overwhelming

That kind of woman goes no where in life 

I too also would've left her in her own disparity

But if you ever return home 

Water yourself, love

Get on your knees and

Resume your position.