Author: Heavens Squad
I watched
as he spoke to her,
words mixed with
whiskey,
as if choking them out
needed help,
as if heat
would only burn
and he
could only see beauty
at night.
and I watched her
comeliness
drink in his
mannerisms,
clinging to the charm
he gave to the crowd
that kept him going
for sake of them,
not for her.
and I watched
the man at the corner chair
smile at her
as if he understood,
as if he could make her doubts
go away
by a simple nod
and a last-song dance
that left only rising smoke
between them.
and with no more music,
no more interest,
no more whiskey,
I went to the green room
and stood drinking
red wine
and listened to poetry,
and read poetry
to strangers
who didn’t give a fuck
for who I was
or that
my soul on paper
hid behind metaphor
to protect the innocent.
I read it
like it was my skin,
soft and smooth.
and I read it like it was my future,
thin and drying,
cracking
to let you in.
and the man in the back
looked at me
like he understood,
like he could make my hesitation
go away
with a simple smile
and accolade,
asking who my inspiration was.
as I answered,
all I could picture
was how she loved him
and how I never wanted to be
unloved like she was,
and why I couldn’t just tell you
that I did.
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| Category: My Poetry | Added by: nbrayz (2010-10-20)
| Author: Cutez Dolby E W
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