Just Stop, Okay

She is making me very angry.
Small things.
Piling up.
I am not sure how to deal.
I am not an angry person.
But she continues to piss me off.
I would talk to her,
but I do not see that going over well.
At least not currently.

Apartment

Daydreaming about living somewhere with sunlight and windows that open
A place where I don't have to use my stove top as a counter top
Somewhere to breathe, somewhere with room to grow

Daydreaming about living somewhere with room for my cat(s)
Somewhere to go out and run without traffic to worry
Looking for a place with room to stretch

Daydreaming about wood floors, high ceilings, windows with a breeze
Someplace with storage room and a closet or two
Somewhere with a ceiling more than six feet tall

Looking for a safe place to settle myself down
Somewhere without metal lattice on the windows
A place that doesn't smell like wet dog carpet

I like my cave, but some days it can be overwhelming
It's close to campus, It's affordable, It's bearable
But some days it's barely livable

Bygone Times

Old wooden barns with nailed together tin roofs
Falling apart trailers perched on hill sides
Buttercups, Dirt roads, Leaning tombstones
Testaments to a different lifestyle
Bygone times and family lines still around

Not For Keeps

"Leggsy", "sexxy", turned on.
Back off.
I'm quite reserved.

Thanks for the ego boost
but I'm not yours
don't think I'm playing for keeps
even if I am playing games

Losing My Religion

I'm trying to figure out
just when, just where
I lost my religion
perhaps I left it
on the pew in some old church
maybe I dropped it
just outside the door
could it be still sitting
on my parent's kitchen table
Did I loose it or did I let it go?...
did I toss it out
on my way home from class
did I delete it with my email
did I give it away
to make room for other things
Where, when
We may never know
just what became of me.
Perhaps, now, I can think clearly
and reformulate my own views.

Waiting...

I don't know how to do this part.
I love him.
We are together.
We are apart.
There is so long to wait.
What do we do now?
We see each other.
We love each other.
We don't play house.
We don't have sex.
We wait.
There is so long.
One year turns into three.
Three into four.
Then, perhaps, we wait no more.