the dream escape

I reach my hand onto the other side of the bed when you're not there.
I make sure to keep skin bare, all for the pleasure of a sheet against me
with a window open and people peeking into my life, so scared.

I fell into my dreams with such esteem and it burrowed into me for
later to use against you, thinking of things you'd never do
but just searching for a reason to nest into another beau's room.

Everyone was a transforming sweetie, while I nibbled on my lips.
How in the world was I expected to hold my grace? When your
eyes are dancing with every woman in the room. I wished you'd
seen such a look on my resting face.

Here is the bubble popping
Here is a women driving a hearse
she wasn't built from wood for you
she dances like a spider 
swimming desperately in my head
to catch a breath ripped from you

A baby grows in her for you to throw to the side,
little sugary resentment ticking clock hands on stretched skin,
but she has love flowing through the deep rifts.

Here is a settling life plopping
Here is a woman with no fight and a babe on her hip,
she will raise him till she trips, but not for you
she danced like a spider
swimming desperately in my head
to catch her breath she gave you.

Reviews

[A.E. Surdam]

I like it. Well written. It interested me and as I read it I had chills. I feel as though it reaches out toward women in their every day life things, and how sometimes they have to go through relationships for the sake of their children. My favorite line was "all for the pleasure of a sheet against me with a window open and people peeking into my life." Thanks for allowing me to be able to read it.

[Dark Twain]

someone is getting epic.

[Collect-Eye]

this reads a lot like a song and the picture is amazing
it makes the reader cringe at the possible irony of the baby metaphor[s]
it's almost as if you needed the reader to cringe to balance out what you're feeling
you could have been more or less descriptive in this piece
but I think it came out exactly how it wanted/needed to
kudos

[Ed Hart]

haunting