My down time is spent
fixing everyone else’s mess
while they enjoy their time
and I relieve their stress.
How is that any way
to live a full life
when you live without a care
and never with strife?
Your mess is my job
and your screw-ups,
my riddles to solve.
And while you sleep at night,
I stay up
with great resolve.
Somehow you think
you have my best interests in mind
but you are either stupid
or tragically blind.
How could you think
that I would be glad?
You woke me from my nap
and now I’m just mad.
No I didn’t need a kiss
and sure as hell no hug,
I was just fine right here
on my favorite rug.
Next time you think
it’s such a swell plan,
remember this well,
I am not a fan.
Flailing,
helpless,
pained,
shattered,
splattered,
stained.
A graveyard,
a battlefield,
all one in the same.
Corpses
scattered,
so many slain.
I watch another,
die by man’s hand
as man carelessly
usurps their land.
Do you remember the night
when you stole my heart
and fed me those lies
right from the start?
Do you remember the fight
that tore us apart
and how you make deceit
a well-practiced art?
I’ve always wanted to be a cat lady
and live my life in peace
with just a few cats
who do exactly as they please.
I’d wake up every day
just at the crack of dawn
and feed the hungry clan
and pretend that nothing’s wrong.
They’d love me as I am
and hate me just the same
but I’d never have to wonder
like I would with some dame.
You howl at the moon
while I shun the light of day
where wolves will find love.
The first mistake
was inviting you in
knowing the vampire
inside you would win.
The second mistake
was having you back
since my heart pays
for what my brain lacks.
Lights flicker,
winds howl,
rain falls,
creatures prowl.
Night comes,
darkness enters,
houses creak,
trees splinter.
Waters rise,
land fades,
day breaks,
life wades.
Look how wide my eyes have grown
and how frantic I’ve become;
there’s a maniac outside
and something must be done.
The world may be ending
it’s true the end is nigh
and still you just sit there
while I let out a cry.
Don’t tell me it’s alright
and that this person is fine
when she’s mowing the lawn
while I attempt to dine.
So nonchalant you are,
but very soon you’ll see
just how serious this is
and come and hide with me.
Do you remember
when I held you in my arms
and told you the world
was no one’s but ours?
So many nights have passed
and many miles too
since my nights were spent
in the company of you.
Dropped calls and texts,
your face on a little screen
and six hours of blacktop
until you and I is more than a dream.
Autumn Siders 