The walls cry with whiskey as
shot glasses shatter
don't you dare try to tell me that
"it doesn't matter"
every breach of my trust
however long past
will still make me wonder
if we're going to last
you are perfect, an angel, a lover, a gent
but still I'm left feeling
the best of me's spent
on the days long before
your intentions were true
So turn the old knife and
re-open the wound
You coward!
You liar!
You asshole!
You thief!
You see you have hurt me,
but know not how deep?
I'm drowning in pictures
her brown, ugly face
haunting me, daily
they can't be erased
I bury them, hide them
to get through each day
but the balance is fragile
and easily swayed
So forgive me for staring
if you start to cry
Everything that I gave you
has withered and died
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Author notes
I know it rhymes, but it suited me...
A contest entry
- Phrase Prompt by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended October 15, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Rhyme is ok, the feelings of angst and indignation are also felt in this. Thank you for the entry.
C
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outstanding!!!!!
uh...vivid, replete with power, anger, romance and regret..has it all...
I dig the title..love the first 4 lines...and of course, nothing quite like being haunted daily...such a universal experience, but for each so personal, and you set it forth with such force...
and no worry, I didn't even notice that it rhymes until you told me..
Congrats on a sound and memorable work...
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