It’s weird when your coworkers
around a few years older
and words have different
meanings to you over time.
For example, commitment
to them means they want a ring
but I just want a relationship.
Adults Need Tantrums Too
I know I am an adult
and I need to be practical
and think of my needs.
not my wants.
I’m a grown-ass woman
and I have to think of others.
But dammit!
Let me have my tantrum!
Let me have a moment.
Let me be selfish for once.
I want a relationship.
I want a commitment.
I want romance.
I want goodnight texts.
and “I Love Yous” at
the end of phone calls.
I want sappy Facebook posts
and to stop feeling left out of life.
I want to stop holding myself back
all the goddamn time.
I want to feel like I am valid-
like I am allowed to have feelings.
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine
when I’m really fucking not.
I needed a moment.
This will do.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
What Are We?
I’m tired of the game
and trying to explain
just how you hurt me.
With all of your words
I’m split into thirds
thinking what are we?
Your power you flaunt;
don’t know what you want.
You keep changing your key.
You’re back and you’re forth
What is my worth?
Baby, what are we?
You’re up and You’re down
I’m flipped around;
a ship lost at sea.
You’re always my choice
but I’m losing my voice.
What about me?
Decide our plot.
Want this or not?
What are we?
Commitment
I want commitment.
I’m not here to play games.
I want to make a plan,
make a future for myself.
If you want a part of it,
then do something.
I’ll gladly make additions.
That part is easy.
it removing someone
over and over that’s hard.
That’s not reliable.
I need people to count on,
a sturdy foundation.
I need commitment.
You’re either in or out.
Which is it?
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