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That Bitch, Draft #18

Poem By: MichaelChristopher
Poetry


One of my bitter "let's-get-this-out-of-my-system" poems. Just a little venting about my past emotional hardships. View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Sep 9, 2008    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I used to really like cars

I used to really like parks

But ever since that night with you

Which feels a million light years ago

The leather on my seats makes me vomit

The soft grass under gnarled limbs

Forces me to flee before Mother Nature

Becomes my new enemy

 

I used to like the stars, too,

But now I see them for the

Cancerous little things they are

Maybe Orion was a great hunter in

His time

But today he’s just a casual observer

To my biggest mistake yet

And that mistake was to let somebody

 

Get close enough to me to see my

Soft underbelly

Or perhaps it was for the best

With you out of my head, out of my heart,

I can see a little clearer

I can listen to common sense

I can forget how hopelessly devoted

I was to you

 

I’ve even forgotten why you held me

In so close in the first place

But when I look at you now, I

See listless eyes

Thin, chapped lips

A head of hair tossed aside carelessly

And a body that lacks all

The seductive prowess it once

Contained

 

It’s hard to talk to you now

Because I’m either on your side

Or you’re totally against me

The first month was the hardest

I’ll be honest with you

I cried, I sulked

I thought I couldn’t

Get back to living again

 

But as time went by

I realized that you weren’t the type of

Girl to cry over, at least for as long as I

Did

It was like trying to quit smoking

My intentions were good

My method was weak

 

Days stretched on and on

Turning into long, tiresome

Weeks of insomnia

Months of neurotic idiosyncrasies

That eventually took me away from

You, your image, your power

But now you’re back

 

What a fun joke to play

On the man who bears only

His vulnerable scalp

His ragged robe

Which covers an icy heart

Really funny, dear

I used to like jokes, too


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