Sweet Matthew
What am I losing you to?
The me who loves you
And the me who loves me
Compete
Like two big plates
Of viands on a
Buffet table
And I wait for your
Next infidelity
So precariously…
Sweet Matthew
What am I losing you to?
I’ve read the papers
I’ve read her letters
And baby asks too much.
I don’t know how to answer
When there is sweat on my ankles
Dried brandy at the
Sides of my lips.
It’s apparent.
I grip at the ends of your mercy.
Even when I tend your abode
Even when I tend to
Your immediate desires.
Sweet Matthew,
Come back home.
Baby asks too much.
What am I losing you to?
The me who loves you
And the me who loves me
Compete
Like two big plates
Of viands on a
Buffet table
And I wait for your
Next infidelity
So precariously…
Sweet Matthew
What am I losing you to?
I’ve read the papers
I’ve read her letters
And baby asks too much.
I don’t know how to answer
When there is sweat on my ankles
Dried brandy at the
Sides of my lips.
It’s apparent.
I grip at the ends of your mercy.
Even when I tend your abode
Even when I tend to
Your immediate desires.
Sweet Matthew,
Come back home.
Baby asks too much.
*I Googled "Matthew" since Matthew is the subject of this poem. Screened images and chose this Matthew as model for my poem. His name is Matthew Bomer. Cutie eh? =)
aahahah.. i want matthew!=) he's a hottie ka!=)
ReplyDeletei know! hehehe! that's why i need him back home.. =)
ReplyDeletei think I saw him somewhere.. yung nagtitinda ng saging sa may kanto namin. :D
ReplyDeleteayay. balhin na ko ug balay ani avy. hehehe =)
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