Gripes and Dreams

GRIPES AND DREAMS

I am still mad at him. I think this is just another issue I/we have within our relationship that will get swept under the rug. He'll forget, I'll hold a grudge, onward we trudge through the slime and the sludge until love expires.

Speaking of love
She's a prostitute
Whored out
Always dripping from our mouths
Without meaning
How are we to incorporate this word with true feeling
When it's used so loosely?

I digress:
This love thing is an excuse
That people use to attach themselves to others 
Like freshwater leeches
Bite into their flesh
Suck out their juices
Then leave them to bleed out
Unless, unless it's true love
Which I wouldn't even recognize
In thirty nine years
True love has never seen my eyes

Like knock off Gucci and Luis Vattons
Are all you find in the hood
Not even the good ones
I don't sport them though
I'll hold out for the real
Don't like to settle
I want to know how it feels
Bathe in it
Swim daily in it's splendor
Making sweet memories 
I'll always hold tender

Then again
They say I am a dreamer
Doomed to live my life wishing
Lost
On a fairy tale mission
Seeking prince charming
And happily ever afters
When I am sentenced only to live
The life of the fairy tale crafter
A dreamer...