Rock & Sand // Poem

Little nineteen year old
Maybe 20
Or 18
What
Are you doing?
Lost and
Confused and
Wandering
Happily in love
Joy time like division
Not yet incensed with the
Emotional breakdown
Or real
eyes
That what you had
Was in your mind
depressed mode
Depeche Mode
new mode
Your rock
Was sand to her
She was built on solid foundation
To you
Built on concrete
To her
Sand dune foundations
You were willing to wager
It all
The whole time was
Carnival Rides
She
Was along for the
Ride
How fun
Up, down, around
In, out, about
The sand dunes you thought
Were concrete
Her teen mind
Knew those mounds were
Pliable
like Legos
Egos
like Playdoe
Play hoe
She knew that her way
Would indeed
Be the higher
Way
She just wanted to
Be a part of that
So she could
belong if she wanted
She showed herself
She is now
Looking for
Lovers
Companions
And
Sperm donors
Cum suckers