Bitches Love Poetry

Connections of a greater purpose or higher meaning

Questioning reality are we nightmare-ing or day dreaming

Subjugated by thoughts of loneliness but bound by loves shackles

We went half on a baby and now that’s our love chattel.

The mind ponders with decisions of fight, flight or freeze

Strategically assessing the scenario with what we want to achieve.

Do we fight for what we know once was, but now is lost?

Do we take flight from the fight and take the loss?

Or do we freeze time, relations remaining inactive in evolution

And procrastinate its inevitable demise, with no solution?

Blinded by love but it is still clear to see,

An unhealthy relationship giving way for hate to breed.

Is it you loving me, me loving you or you just love, love as a notion?

Now I hate hating you, you hating me, now hate hates holding our devotion.

So we froze time, ignoring signs, leaving broken things as they were

If we had just let it go instead of let it flow we would be civilised, I’m sure on that we can concur

So the baby suffers a dysfunctional broken home a victim of circumstance,

We both look at our gift from God and shed a tear while the devil starts to dance.

They say it’s better to have love and lost, than to never have loved at all,

But when losers love who have never won, winning is a concept that doesn’t stand very tall.

So we hope and pray one day to get back to how things once were whilst clasping on a rosary

I’m not sure if some prayers meant to be answered, but I do know that bitches love poetry!

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