Laying (and lying) here in the bed,
waiting for you. Under the covers,
watching the ceiling fan spin around and around,
counting the minutes and counting my breaths.
Is it so bad to be a woman who lusts but doesn’t love?
Love means attachments, a transition from human to puppet.
You call me girlfriend, and -- poof --
not a real girl anymore. But just for you --
a lovely little marionette. Pinnocchio’s pattern reversed, ready for your bidding.
So here I lay and lie
through my teeth.
Once you’re gone I’ll wish upon a star,
beg for no strings, bow my head and swear
with that four-lettered word
love.
Hollow, all emptied out,
I’ll catch the first star
and find another (better) girl for you.
A contest entry
- This too shall pass by findingurself.less.
801 points, ended October 19, 15 entries
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950 points, ended October 21, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is pretty good, and I guess, this too will pass. Great job!
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I'm not a fan of how jagged the write seems to be. But the poem evolves towards the end to something a lot better than I was expecting from the first few lines. You saved it in the end from being a cliche love poem. I loved the concluding half of the poem.
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Very well done indeed...the idea is excellent, the thoughts expressed are very profound, and the encounter sears the soul...
Thanks for your entry.
Faith
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This is simply an amazing poem; when I read it I felt a deep sadness that the word "love" is hollow, and that the speaker feels a need to find a "better" girl for her lover... the cutting edge of this is so painful. Very well-done!
Lita
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