What Is Real (A Poem)

I can smell you 

or is it him

I know you still want 

that feeling 

of your hands in my hair 

and other places 

much further down there

I can hear what you say 

that is if your thinking that way 

but I’m not coming your way 

I refuse to hear lies 

I don’t like asses or jackasses 

for that matter 

so you might as well try to make things better 

I’m not an object 

or something you can play with 

all the time

so make up 

your god damn mind 

or leave me alone 

until you are old 

I could care less

about the other woman your going to date 

you know why?

because your just going to treat them 

like they are a mistake 

just like you did me 

you had no intentions 

if you did 

it was just to fuck me 

and you did a great job 

but you broke your promise 

and you think your a god 

you are too stupid 

right now 

to know what you want 

so you felt you had no choice 

but to pull the string in my chest 

and pull my heart 

right out of my breast 

I wasted ocean tears on you 

and plans that I thought were going to come true 

that you had never even knew 

you left me with a bastard child 

in my womb 

only to die so very soon

so fuck you

you never cared about me 

and you never cared about her 

your own daughter 

whose chest could not heave 

full of air 

who was left in her egg

her little body miss shaped

“I’m sorry” 

is all you said 

while I held my 5 week baby

dead 

in the middle of the night 

you know 

you were the one who started most of the fights 

when all I did 

was try to keep you alright

I shouldn’t have let you in 

but if it weren’t for you 

I wouldn’t have her my spirit child April

who is very smart 

I’ve been told 

never play 

a woman 

who is ten times 

or even fifty times 

smarter then you 

because she will always find the truth 

and she will make you jealous 

because you do not have her 

and if one day 

you grow stronger 

and ask or beg for her back 

with your actions 

you will most likely have 

real intelligence 

goodbyes mean nothing 

if you see that person again 

so that could be why 

we never said them 

it’s just all part of your 

scheme 

to keep me as 

your “pet” or your “whore”

I refuse 

I’d rather be washed up on shore 

having power over you 

since I’d be the only one 

who really knew 

what to do 

take your mind away from your imagination

don’t get too lost 

I know that’s why 

you distance yourself 

so as not to get hurt 

but it only makes things worse 

for me 

and you

let your heart 

overcome it’s fear 

and give me a call

I know you want me near 

this is your last chance my dear 

before I’m caught 

in someone elses arms 

going on dates 

to coffeeshops 

and makingout in their car’s