This will be my last poem about you

The last chapter in a book it has taken me too long to write

A phrase that sounded good at first but every time I would revisit, found it had too many run on sentences

Too often I tried to recreate a feeling that continued to disappear

Soft melodies left cascading down the page

Harmonies left unfinished

Repeating verses upon verses all in the name of love

I kept yearning to be drowned in passion yet you always left me thirsty

I finally realized that your other obsession wasn’t me

Leaving me in a desert, searching for a pool of savior

I awakened to find that the only person who loved me unconditionally was me

Cause beloved you will let the hopes of a faded out career leave you homeless

and the ego desire to be with big tits and a fat ass that could give you syphilis cost you true love

I realize now it is time for me to pull down the shades

Close the door to the love that I tried to resurrect

That’s why this will be the last poem I write for you

My golden pen will be too busy writing for myself

Helping me to release, grieve and recover myself that I can rise and love again

Yes I’ll no longer write poetry for you, my words will be reserved for passionate whispers under satin sheets.

Love will always be the answer for me

Now that I no longer have to question

(c) M. Tonita Austin aka Toni Love

5.7.2023