This Superstitious Relationship

By D.W.

I can’t understand why, but I love you

You show me signs on every corner

But still I adore

My relationship at this point, has fallen out the door

It’s this unconditional satisfaction you bring me with joy

I wanna understand more

Should I call you sweetheart or my sweet mistress?

I love the high yellowish streaks with the touch of black

You should be concrete the way you got me going so hard

My girlfriend and family don’t want to understand

My reasons of being with you

So they pray for me

Like a junkie for some crack, I find myself going back

Unable to live without you

Is it the way the lights glow on us?

You got me hypnotized

But should I desire your presence?

And lose my girlfriend and family

I find myself superstitious in love

So deeply in love

The fame equals pain

The name equals hate

The life equals death

Are we blind to the facts?

She sees us ball

She sees us fall

You can call her “The Streets”

Our down fall

Comments

  1. Wow! i LOVE this! You did a great job convincing me you were writing about a woman…and then BAM! the surprise ending. After i read it once I went back and reread it with my knowledge of what the poem was actually about and found myself nodding my head in understanding. Very good!

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