Morgan Poe

Art by Morgan Poe


Poem by Ja'Mon Bobo

We sit and we stare

In a paralyzed display of affection

Destined to meet that dead end at the end of this one way street we call a relationship

Love shouldn’t be forced but it seems as though its potential has run out and now we are

simply kinetic

Rolling through the breeze of that winter night when we first met

Silent as the moon in the clouds as it sweeps the night sky

Beautiful and serene

Yet this silence is different

Silence is filled more with awkwardness than quiet

What is there to say

“I Love You”

Is that even true hell you told me you loved me and then you left

You loved chocolate!

Till you ate I

What am I? Just another snack

I mean I know I’m tasty but uhhmmm

Nahh nahh I refuse to be simplified into such simple terms

If anything I’m a 5 course meal

With a few left overs you know

For later on

But likewise there should not be a later on

Seeming much more similar to a never

brimming on broken

like the windows of a vacant home

That seems more together than we are

at least it’s still standing.

But we sit and we stare

un the silence of a failed relationship we both can’t seem to let go because true love never dies

But what is true love

My definition from the heart and yours from dictionary dot com

Sumn ain’t right

Hell, are we even on the same page?

It doesn’t add up

Me plus you equals an X but why

Taking all the factors into account we find that

Opposites only attract when they really are opposites

Not one pretending to be something they’re not

a picture is worth a thousand words but the image you are giving is silent, gray, and boring

But you know me

that luh pop of color with a hint of sass and not that much but barely there ass

Ha ha you on the other hand

You’re more like the elephant in the room

Not saying you big but your presence is

A big fat lie

Dripping with wanna be

Oozing a false you

That sits silently and stares

At X marks the spot of what we used to be