For them we wait....

I’m tired

Tired of waiting on you.

Tired of listening to you. TALK. TALK. Thats all you do.

But aint none of this shit new. Tired.

But I try with you, putting on sunglasses to block the rays.

  They are reminders of the hate and depletting love.

Cause how could you?

Treading on me.

With words that never become a reality, scripted like some young girls favorite reality TV.

Dammit where are you when I need you? Dont ask for shit and still

couldn’t get it. But first time I say no you’d want me out the door, not

before making me prove myself on an ever losing cause.

Persecute me.

Call me unruly, swing the gavel and at the stake my soul you’d take.

So I lie like we all do - have to do.

The same tears that have been cried for years

Suck it up and shut the fuck up.

Paint my lips red after swallowing my thoughts, turning poison into

sweet molasses so he has no worries.

An original poem by Lana Kayne