I texted you, you weren't there
So I'm the only one who cares
I'm left alone meandering, helpless
Pandering for attention, loveless
But not if I decide to close heart
To pretend I didn't care from the start
What's that? You answered me?
But I was high
High on life
Not just trying to get by
Rich with experiences and self-love
In a pool, with glitter, releasing doves
I didn't hear my phone go off
In lieu of praying, instead I scoff
I'm way too busy loving me
I'm way too loose and fancy free
No longer distractable
Don't care if I'm attractable
My love is retractable
You take it too far—
Who do you think that you are?
Cuz I'm just like a boomerang
I came your way, I went insane
But I came back to solid ground
To my own self I returned and found
I'm happy here, just where I am
No longer need to devise an escape plan
For this is where I stand,
and proudly
I speak my truth
And say it loudly
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Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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