Yesterday Can Kiss My A###!

My intuition is intermittent but when it’s ringing I seldom listen. I want to disbelieve it’s chime, I need it to be way off this time... but it’s not, is it?

When all you want is to be needed, wanted, loved and appreciated. You’ll go through steps in your head, vision scenes of togetherness and all because you see a future. You feel a present, one so real that even if the glass were to shatter you still would not believe it.

Those steps have to play out, right? Surely they cannot be misguided make believe, conjured up with no real meaning. Where does hope reside? Where did that road go? What prevented clarity from being exposed at the front door?

You gave me a glass, poured in the water—carefully wiping the drips from each and every corner. You then proceeded to open the concentrated juices that flowed downstream. Eyes full of stars, I hesitate... I pant, I scream—you teased—we embraced each other’s being.

You halt, now you are holding back... You half turned facing the wall, awhile placing the lid on all those visions, our smiles had the pleasure of calling friends. We introduced them on several occasions, we entertained them around the table with a bottle of we, us and tiny eyes.

It has now gone from bliss, to fists up—you look dumbfounded as I stick up for my love. Stand up to my fears of embracing that lonely pebbled Lane. Though is it really lonely, if that is where I am meant to greet me? Introduce my past mistakes to the new sea, in hopes they will acquaint but not relate and therefore walk away.

I am painting new greens with blue scenes, but my skies are grey. They appear to have promising moon cycles, can I please just seize the day. Carpe diem the lonesome star, who appears to be gazing, hazily. He is craving me, it is magically enticing—damn...

Grabbing pencil skirt, adjusting vest top, chain—bracelet—eyeliner—lip gloss and foundation. Now I am ready set go, but the sky is clearing. Wandering in circles feeling confused, which one are you? There are so many now, so many out. Ahh! Lip biting nervousness - there you are, how could I ever forget that smile.

My heart is telling me to hold back, it vividly remembers being introduced to previous let downs. But my head, my head is Livin’ la Vida Loca on Westmoreland’s seven mile strip, cupid’s hit, I am struck. Is this love? Lust perhaps?

It is whatever it is at this moment, for I just want to live and not bathe in the sea of negative current. It’s toying with me though, this tug of war wounding. It’s attempts to leave me a washed up hopeful on the shore of trusted and broken.

I keep hearing I’m the one, I am now feeling the lyrics to this song as it beats on my skin like heavy rain droplets. Inside me erupts an overwhelming feeling.

One knee erect, the other holding the carpet still beneath me. Did you just ask me to... no... no... surely this cannot be. Surely not me! You do know what you are asking for, you do realise what it entails—YES YES! Is it now time to finally exhale?

He places his shelf beneath me, he wants me to sit there. This pedestal is quite high, I can almost see right through the future. His convincing eye lines and luscious bites on both my lips got me believing I can fly.

We elope—we procreate—this new leaf is avocado green—skies true blue and I see no grey.

Yesterday may now kiss my arse ✨