Planting Seeds

back and forth, like a boat, here we go

round and round so fast about to blow

pushing me like you don’t even know

that I’m plotting different ways to go

I need to be loved, I deserve respect

instead my life’s been full of neglect

setting me up to fail, your pet project

when I do leave you’ll show no regret

inside I’m torn between different needs

resenting the fact I always concede

my progress stops as your needs impede

can’t keep doing this, I’m planting a seed

watching the fruit of my life start to grow

while watching you stockpile your ammo

if I don’t leave this fucking freak show

we’ll both be stuck forever in limbo

sick of saying, “sorry,” it’s getting old

you don’t show emotion, you’re too cold

even when I call your bluff you won’t fold

I can’t stand to look at you, truth be told

the fruit is ripe enough for me to go

you won’t notice because you’re hollow

you’ll blame me, because you can’t swallow

your pride, all you have is your ego

©July – Tamar Imes-Nicholas