11/24/2014
What happens when the high is gone?
When the adrenaline wears off
When the clock stops
When what was once firm turns soft…
When the smiles fade
When the butterflies flee
When once existed a blossoming reality
Is now a fleeting dream… rubble and debris
Lifeless memories under the sea
Am I wrong for wanting more, expecting more, deserving more
Love is now becoming the one thing I will never try, never feel, never know, never want, never desire, never trust…
But what about LUST??
Lust is just as deceiving, as conniving…
Only emulating love long enough to stick its foot in the cracked door of a heart
Then shreds its inner walls with chain saws
Ripping it apart
I’ve seen it, bore witness to its torment, participated in its acts
Chomped on its victims like late night snacks
I’ve wept for it, longed for it…
Ran marathons, climbed mountains, swam oceans for it…
Signed over my soul for it.
But in return I was left barren, left dumb,
Frozen and numb
For it…
I’ve been a doctor, defendant, first witness and mother
A sister, sometimes a brother
Best friend and your lover
I’ve been a trainer, counselor and teacher
Your driver… your alibi
Waitress, maid and your preacher
I’ve been a consultant… Personal assistant
A shopper, cooker, designer, life coach
Your banker, investor, your “go-to” and biggest fan
The only title you ever wore was simply… my man
So… what happens when the high is gone?
When the adrenaline wears off
When the clock stops
When what was once firm turns soft…
When the smiles fade
When the butterflies flee
When once existed a blossoming reality
Is now a fleeting dream… rubble and debris
Lifeless memories under the sea
Think I am left and free to now primarily focus on ME.
Written By: Ms. Felicia Brown Hill