An Agony Like Love

by Maya Robinson


There is no agony like love
and he proves this in the night
moving between beads of darkness and shards of light
There is nothing there until with a prayer, we touch.

And burst of clouds crowd the world with regret and despair
as I gasp for air, he dreams a lovers prayer.

But a passionate embrace
can not replace an old bruised face
lips bloody taste and in itís place
love?
Love I canít make only imitate
hesitate then pretend to make.
And every time I lay down,
loose a pound or drink a round
I feel unbound and I donít need protection
from a sea of rejection and a death of affection
until heís standing there with a lame ass erection.
And I try not to cry
as I open my thighs, remember the lies
and continue to die.

What I wish is,
I wish I could run a 1000 miles fast,
find the past and beat his ass
kill his manhood, prove him no good 
like I knew I should when I was there.
Yell to the top of my lungs obscenities 
in great trinities and shout out to 
the infinities that house my hate, my regret, 
my despair, but dreams donít come true and Iím not there.

Instead, thereís a man lying beside me
unable to see my destiny or understand that Iím not free
and there in lies the agony

There is no agony like love
and he proves this in the night
moving between beads of darkness
and shards of light.

Only thereís something there.

An Agony Like Love by Maya Robinson

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