It is a dream you are selling
to the neediest girl,
about fancy rides in cars
admiring every part of her body
pretending she is the only woman
on earth that matters
besides your wife
and numerous lovers.
All these band-aids and bruises
you cover up your roles
like a thespian.
Tell me have you discarded morality
as much as you profess?
Have you discovered the ego
is the only thing worth stroking?
Have you forsaken even god
to kiss the devil?
I am too old for fancy cars
and precious poets
who claim to
love me from afar.
When I was eight
I covered up my bruises
with band-aids
they healed.
Now they are invisible.
Who can see the cuts now?
Truly not you,
with your line-up of women
at the door
and your presumption
that I like anyone you have ever met before.
I am not even close
to anything you think I am.
I have not been married three times,
I do not have children from different men
I loved.
I do not have a mental illness,
I do not care for the car you drive
or the clothes you wear,
I do not care about the money
and what I have in my life
I cherish
I hold dear.
And what I’ve lost
I hold even closer.
Your tricks do not work with me
so stop trying.
Comments:
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Very powerful imagery
Great piece
Wow. This is beautiful and power, Christina. Just like you! <3
grateful Eric for all your kind words. xx you just made my day!
xo
Wow! One of your best!
thrilled you think so 🙂
Bravo. This was so good. Powerful words. This is you at your very best!
and i actually thought it was so-so, you know how the writer is their own worst critic, well i am, but thank you for thinking so, x
We all are our own worst critic. But this was powerful.
Thank you.x
So much maturity and control in your writing…I wonder at the words you could have but chose not to use…the whole more than the line…the most I’ve seen of you.
probably because ‘ve been writing for decades, i thank you for noticing the details and the words I selected because I don’t think much when I write, it just comes like waves crashing on a shore