we're stuck

I'm walkin'
you're talkin'
....a blue streak
I sure do hate this feelin'...weak
you're so tired of all my crap
yet you can stay a little while longer
I'm so tired of being a sap
still I stay just a little bit longer
....played out, it's true
I don't love you....
you say that you hate me
but you can't escape me
and I can't leave you

what is this thing that keeps us together?
with all this strife of fair and foul weather
been some awfully strong language too...
between me and you

....it's not for the kids
their grown and on their own
it's not the money
we've careers of our own
where did this glue come from
that stuck ourselves in two?

it must be love
...that ties our souls
and makes us feel the way we do
I can't break the bonds we share
...and it seems, that nor can you

we can't be together
we can't be apart

I've seen this before...many times
but, time heals all wounds
maybe one day, you'll come back to me
and maybe I'll come back to you
let us hope for the best
and since we stay in the same home

let's hope together...shall we?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2010

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Scholar_Gypsy
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
caroljoyce
Oh crikey, where's perfection gone?
Quite a good write, dilema well documented.moping mumbling blues
agoodguy2have
maybe the stuck that we are, is on each other, like the piece of toilet paper on the bottom of your shoe, or the stray thread on your sweater, like some fly on your paper, or some other caper, or maybe we're just a little wiser than young, and remember where we've come from, maybe we're willing to overlook, and not feel so forsook...maybe like a storm it'll pass, and sunny love return at last.
Ladybee42
there is a feel to this poem that reminds me of the years my ex and i still stayed together, but for no good reason really. there is hope in your words though, as though there is a belief that all will be well...thanks for sharing.
thumbs up thumbs up bouquet bouquet bouquet
hedistuff
that makes sense ladybee, for it was only after reading your 'at my lover's hands' poem that I was struck to ponder unfulfilling relationships and scratched down a few words...
Earlgreytea
Very lovely Hedi, describes where soooo many of us are..., loving the illussion, sigh...
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