predictably unpredictable,
I can’t even buy time,
circumstances cutting in
like the emergency broadcast system
interruptin the bond
I
we
worked so hard for.
I turn green
and cringe
just from the thought
of the ease
his exes brought.
time was no object
and
no object was time.
time
is what solidified
the bonds,
no rhyme
or reason
but for time,
as I imagine,
all their faces
taunting me,
smiling,
sayin Iz u mad?
I got his time
and I bet he remembers, too.
Don’t you boo?
Iz u mad?
images,
of them sharing somethin
somethin special.
wasted
on the witch
with a b,
on the ish
I’m still yet to believe.
Will we bond?
no,
it seems,
cuz the lack
the lack of time
acts
like a sign
a stop sign,
sayin “do not pass go,
do not collect 200 dollars”
cuz his presence,
and my reaction
are bankrupt.
just another wasted opportunity
to bond
like the exes.
I wanna be like the exes,
but without the pain,
I just want the time they spent
with him
that went unappreciated.
the real deal
turns green,
greener than
the ripest lime
everytime.