Oh Bay
Bay
I’m a sucker for some Bay Bay
Like a fool with his hand out
Waiting for empty promises
Like a girl waiting for her abusive lover
To love her
Like an outcast hoping to belong
I love my Bay
Bay
Like a wife loves her disconnected husband
Like a child loves his narcissistic mother
Like a diabetic loves their soda water
To death
To death.
I contemplate leaving
my Bay Bay
For some other who can provide for me
All the vices in the world
To bury my pain and distract me from this solitude
A continuous quick fix beyond my best interest.
A ride or die but don’t let die
Someone/someplace full of sunshine
Rarely ever any gloom.
But with a dark side that shows itself once a year,
Threatening to flood you and all of your comforts.
Now that I think about it, I feel a certain comfort with
you,
You’re predictable and balanced and you’ll never
Freeze me out of my lungs or
Suffocate me or
Twist me high and spit me to the ground.
You may shake me up a little, every once in a while,
But I’m used to that.
I’m used to you getting me all excited only to forget all
about
It a day later.
Yeah, you are disappointing to me.
With you, I see no opportunities.
You never get excited for me, and you
Make me feel like I’m not special.
Like I’m only a small part of this big ass puzzle. Rat race.
But you keep me grounded
And you keep me balanced
And you keep me healthy
And you keep me real
And you keep me paced
And you keep me waiting
For those promises…
…and someday, perhaps when I’ve matured down to my grave,
You will come through on those promises.
