For No One – Day 332, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

I miss my mother on some nights,
Especially,
When I strike out with women my heart chooses to center in a shrine of love I’ve now abandoned.
Nowadays,
I can’t fathom the thought of dying alone,
But,
I’m trying to with how desensitized I am by the rejections I’ve grown accustomed to.
What does my heart have to lose?
Even mom hates me,
Although,
I must admit how much I think about her lately.
How I’d rather have a relationship with her,
Other than a vixen hungry to exchange each other’s saliva,
Where I drown by seduction leading me to unearth,
The kind of anger I feel when I hate that man in my bedroom mirrors…
But,
Go figure.
Here I am as a forsaken son,
Yet,
It isn’t surprising.
A lady’s man I am not,
Just,
A poet with a love for writing,
Who refuses to stop until the day I die…