3:27am and i cant seem to go back to sleep. My body is screaming for sleep but my mind is on a whole other mission. Over-thinking and conjuring up very misleading thoughts, also overworking my already exhausted body, i just finished typing an essay for something i am working on and i have to admit its one of my best work if i do say so myself. i stumbled upon this poem whilst doing research for the essay and getting sidetracked into reading poetry (no surprises because poetry rocks) I decided to post it since i am already up.
Questions For The Woman I was Last Night
How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
Why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
Where did it begin, what went wrong, and who made you feel so worthless?
If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
All this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you; you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
And what about the others that would do anything for you—why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
How are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
Where did you learn this: to want what does not want you?
Where did you learn this: to leave those that want to stay?