Weekend Love at Best

by Stephen   Mar 31, 2024

Maybe I'll wake tomorrow with some clarity
and finally surrender this life of temerity.
I don't feel any solidarity,
because I know everyone only stays momentarily.
Aesthetically pleasing,
you go teasing every weekend;
drinks to ease the heartache
that leaves you at home wheezing.

Questioning peoples reasons,
feelings changing with the seasons;
when it's winter and freezing
you want someone you know isn't leaving.
Then by summertime, you relieve him.
Attention is such a demon.
With a figure like that
it's not hard to find what you're seeking.

Sneaking around and freaking,
different bed always creaking.
Love you do not believe in,
intentions always deceiving.

Stephen Greenleaf © 2024


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