Conditional LoveRahja Arroyo-StormFeb 19, 20254ShareIt hunts.It crawls.It sticks to the walls.It creeps and prays.It ignores you post-haste.It asks to be seen,it begs and whimpers.I hate the way It pries and scampers.For It is nothing, and barelysomething mixed together.Not fully worthless, yetHolds no value or efforts.Needed though never sought.Its’ spirit can’t be caught.Brittle yet tough, Its’ wordsBest served prickly and rough.Thoughts of It don’t last long.Not much to ponder on.It is broken on the outside,On the inside It rots.I now deem you ‘It’.You, the blackest of all pots.You’ve settled in misery,Your purpose has gone stale.There.Always a memory,Forever amiss.It, you cowardly fool.Alas you have no place.Leave me alone.Leave me far,Leave me stretched.You suck, It, you’re horridThe way you feed off mess.You make me laugh whenYou say you try your best.After all, it turns out youkicked yourself from the nest.The better to reap you with, I guess.
