Peter Pan 🧚🏾♂️
Peter Pan 🧚🏾♂️
I feel like I’m Peter Pan.
Only here to help her escape her reality
When she is fed up with the world and at
Herself.
Here to save the day as her
Noble steed.
Blocking out weekends on end
Just to see that frown turn upside down
But to no avail.
Tumblr was the beginning of this
Bond.
This journey to Never Neverland.
“The land of misfits and toys”
They call it…
Words of desperation and surrender
Assemble.
Uttering the words
“I’m just over it bro…can we just run away?”
Followed by a sigh.
And I…here to listen.
I am her scapegoat.
Her emotional punching bag.
Her “break” from reality.
Her imaginary friend.
Let me take you to the
Land of milk and cookies.
Where parents don’t exist.
Stress and anxiety are non-issues.
And the only expectation is to be merry.
I feel like the genie in the lamp.
Rub my lamp three times
So that I may be released from my prison.
A prison I am only allowed to escape
When she summons me.
A prison with no reward,
Just service.
Her little black crow, I am.
She houses me in a birdcage.
Ensuring that I will never leave her.
But I am malnourished and dehydrated.
She fixates on the idea of me
Leaving my cage one day,
So much so
That she forgets to feed me
And fails to provide me
With my daily dose of hydrogen and oxygen.
However this little crow
is sentient.
He sees all, knows all, feels all.
He sees the lack of excitement.
He hears the indifference in her voice.
He senses her displease.
I spent so much of my time and energy
Escaping domestic violence
Just to somehow end up
Entangled by it once more.
Suffocating in her vines
Clothed in thorns.
They close in on my capillaries.
Loving you is hurting me.
Why does your love hurt me so?
“He’s too busy” as
Excuses for her lack of connecting with
Him.
It takes her so much energy just for
Her to greet him,
say I miss you,
And initiate link-ups.
That is why she doesn’t.
Inability to kill your ego.
Incapable of putting your pride aside.
Lack of emotional intelligence.
Scarce use of communication skills.
Pobrecito, Mercury.
Hurt.
Hurts to know that a temporary individual
Can leave such an indelible mark
On her.
“She helped me get through May”.
Those foreign words release from her
Tongue with ease and relief.
And wrap themselves around my
cerebrum.
As if none of my services were
Sufficient.
No, this is not gaslighting.
This is a crow
Attempting to make sense of this
Matrix.
When life is calm,
You have no need of me.
It is only when you are fighting with mommy,
people drive you off the wall,
struggling with your professional development,
or suffering from cramps and heartbreak
when my presence becomes useful to you.
“what is my purpose?”
Hi.
My name is Peter Pan!
Wanna runaway to Never
Neverland with me?
6.12.2021 | 10:05 PM
Poetry by CÁMO (aka LA REINA TAÍNA)
