I stand outside your window
Smoking a cigarette
Wishing cancer wasn't
such a slow suicide
Hiding my heart behind
the buttons of my shirt
and a sarcastic grin
I listen to your whispers
and giggles
(though I suppose butch dykes don't giggle)
the creak of your leather pants,
the moan of another woman
Well bois don't cry
and neither will I
I remember how soft you were
under that tough exterior
and wondered if you let her touch you
the way you never let me
Watching the smoke
curl around my fingers
feeling it slide over my tongue
like a phantom lover
Knowing
you fucking played me!
Author notes
Warning: Swearing and general nastiness in this poem.
This is not quite the pining over a straight girl poem you were expecting but I think it qualifies for your contest. This happened long ago while I was an angst ridden kid, still coming to terms with myself, who fell prey to a bigger dyke than me.
A contest entry
- Forbidden Lovers-Women only by Haunted Doll.
675 points, ended July 21, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This really hits home for me, except for the lesbian bit. but as a smoker and a girl stuck on another human being who has moved on, its extremely lovely to read. Thank you for writing it.
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I really like your style ......straight to the point! i have to confess I've been on both sides! 'Hiding my heart.....this is my favourite stanza....thanks xx
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a very emotion and strong write. i enjoyed reading it and it fits the contest
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wow...
this was totally not what i expected, but i LOVED it!!! the last line was definitely my fav! "you fucking played me!" was just awesome! great job and good luck in the contest!
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