I was suppose to make you laugh
Then you would relax and start a good time. Some of the hurt would leave your body and the anger would stop squeezing the base of your neck.
Your fists would relax into a hand
Your eyes would soften out water
But you didn’t laugh. You smashed a beer can on top of my head.
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI
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