Picture her
she's your lover
your angel
fantasy girl in a red dress
I found her waiting for me
on your desk
as I walked in the door
to check my email
She mocks me
with her perfect pale skin
smiling sensuality
and toned body
The rage of betrayal
bubbles over
the surface of shock
as tears flow down my cheeks
At first
you tell me she means nothing
and could never replace me
that you love me
Ahh...but here comes the truth
the painful
brutal
truth
You tell me that she pleases you
more than I ever could
and that you didn't expect
that I would please you the same way
What the hell I am doing here anyway
my red dress hangs nearby
in our closet
ready to be taken out
Author notes
This came up as I was reading something that brought back anger I experienced over a betrayal from years ago. I just needed to write it down.
Comments
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This is a very powerful yet painful to write about subject. The sadness comes through each word but I feel like this poem is opening up and old wound so that you can cauterize it and it can heal cleanly this time. God bless and stay strong,
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Powerful! From the first red dress to the last, you weave a powerful story of shock and betrayal. You lay the contrasts between the fantasy and the reality very well. You expose the contradictions...and the lies.
The last stanza expresses the very real question of hte heart oh so well.
Keep writing, hon.
I love you.
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