I have just realised
the world is bigger than both of you
(and loves me better).
I don't even need
the petrol, acid, or
brake fluid anymore
to get over it
But you,
oh you, the liar with wings
and whinging tongues
you need everything
that I had to offer
and now, that I never will
You drew me as Medusa
that fanged temptress
with eyes green as the sea.
You weren't wrong
to draw me as unbeautiful,
my sweet.
Your love of all things
fanciful, created, pretend
[this apple juice is really a martini
and I am Ms Monroe]
is just simply irritating
and, quite frankly,
you embarrass me
Imposter.
Mr Subtle with a capital 'S'
who wouldn't know irony
if he personified it.
Author notes
Grow up and live in the real world.
It's harder than living at home with no job and pretending to be tortured.
Of course, I'm always editing.
Please tell me what you think
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feel the love, aye? speaking of love... the fourth and fifth stanzas 'love'... a bit too close together? maybe slap the guy with 'my dear' instead of 'my love'? lol ah, I just love that "wish I hadn't gotten out of bed" feeling you get when walking in on an argument. so I present my big "I have no idea that you two are about to kill each other" smile and slowly back out the door
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Changed it to 'my sweet' - 'my dear' reminds me of my Mother!
There's no need to back off - I'm an exhibitionist really.
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Jesus. --- I don’t need worry about you you'll never commit suicide. You have too much venom to distribute. --- I’m not going to ask why. I’ll wait hoping for another installment to get to the bottom of this. --- A pleasure reading you Ms Barbie. I could offer advice, but I’m sure you were never one to sit and knit. ---- Thank you.
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Lol!
You can tell I never take advice because of the poems I keep writing!
Thanks, I've been waiting a while to vomit it all out.
Barbie. Xx
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