Date released:
November 25, 2021
Category:
Poem
Photo credit:
Ekonke

THE FINALE

I am but a vision

A weak illusion of her

You do not want me

I am but a fleeting memory

Gone with the delicate flutter of your lashes

Why do you not love me?

My lips are painted red

Just for you

But you do not want to feel them

Against yours

I am but a sour taste in your mouth

A tiring story you ended without

A second glance

Why do you not want me?

I am a reckless past time

My thighs, a bittersweet home to you

A high chased with abandon

But hated when the brown of your eyes Become more sharper, clearer

Why do you not want me?

Why can I not ask you these questions?

Instead I pour over these pages with

Tight lips and dimmed, wet eyes

As you sit in the corner

And think about her

As you always do, my love.

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