RUNNING OUT

It is my great pleasure to inform you that I am running out!

I am running out of makeup to hide the bruises,

I am running out of ointment to ease the pain,

I am running out of pills to beat your cancerous growth in my heart,

I am running out of perfume to hide the scent your bad character,

I am running out of water to quench your fiery temper,

I am running out of wine to drown your insecurities,

I am running out of fuel to drive me back into your uncaring arms,

I am running out of spices to keep you in this relationship with me,

I am running out of lotion to smooth over your roughness,

I am running out of sugar to sweeten your life,

I am running out of paper to take care of you,

I am running out of milk to dilute all the poison you are to me,

I am running out of candy to keep being sweet to you,

I am running out of bleach to clear up your stains

I am running out of soap to wash away your filth,

But I will be damned if I run out of oil to keep me going on in this life!

Yes! Mmmh ! It is with much greater pleasure to inform you that I am running out… No I have run out of the capacity for you. ………………… Amare Poeta

17 thoughts on “RUNNING OUT

  1. britle pain,drenched in nector memories…this piece is all too familiar to my recuparating heart.i however doubt this is it..the flow of pain is interupted by conscious alteration in choice of words.dont get me wrong.i love it but with a ‘but’.

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    1. thanx fwend.. i flow is that way because i was fighting the temptation to move away from my original subject. the choice of words has more to do with a theme i was tryin to keep. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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