shipping off to neverland
these final layers
ready to take my final stand
now moving in
these final walls keep closing
in on you
it’s not a feeling you like having,
but you’re in the spotlight now baby,
allowances made before now fading
No matter the amazingness of fulfillment in other areas, you’ve ignored me too long in this one; sexless marriage even changing before your eyes, you say there’s never been an issue, you’ve always wanted me and still you do, but the minute we moved in together, I should’ve known to shudder at vows.
You stopped touching me as much consumed by duty and my baggage, you adapted and I thanked you especially as it compounded.
Now we have four, and the chores and errands never cease, but amazingly I still crave your touch, even though I’m assured I’ll receive crumbs from a loaf, drops of water from a glass, played over on repeat – I can’t take this when others see me as a sexual being.
I can’t stay out of a sense of duty or adapt in a taboo way, whether hidden or open, which is how it’d be, cause I have no ability to lie, always choosing the ‘policy of truth’.
I could give you more time, you said our talk today was a breakthrough. How? Why? Because I’m dead serious? Because I’m not bluffing this time? Not wailing and crying, waking up in the morning with puffy eyes? Because you’re scared of my anger and resolve?
Why did it take this? And if this is the turnaround for you, I bet it’s fleeting – words don’t change hardwiring.
Self-esteem increasing just changes clarity.