the honeymoon period
thanks for putting that thing in my head, that it exists and that you are fully aware of it to the point
that you know when it fucking ends
thanks for that
if anything i can always credit my extensive knowledge on the end of things
and the way that the honeymoon is about the only thing that first keeps you anyway
and after that
its just regular people that you tolerate
last night a friend asked me if i would ever find a lesbian
i said, one day
what does it matter
i see all of these ladies with their men
playing the pretty wife
and not even being the actual wife
just the kitchen maids
and the helping hands
the ones to sit on the mans lap and play pretty pretty faces folding laundry and waiting by the fireside
thanks honeymoon period
i cant wait until youre gone
someone asked if i was a manhater
and i am far from it
i just have not been very happy
and all i see are nice men with the women that i love
and all of the fathers i know
somewhere between harmlessly racist and just very very misinformed
the other day i told my mother that i was happy that i never had anyone like that in my life
so maybe that is the man-disliker in me
not really though
some days i am just a lonely girl with all of these good friends
who are fucking in bathrooms and kissing in cars and calling their sweethearts and falling asleep with them all night long
and i can just say,
i get the phone call the next day
i get the full story
thanks for that honeymoon period
just wait until you end
ill just be a friend
and they will be out of good stories
is that what i want
i would just like to know
when i wont be admiring from afar
with the sweet little lady of perfection
knowing full well
that i love them to the point
where i know i need to let it go.