"Satisfying"

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"Satisfying"

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Poem by: EtherealleSeraphynne

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Hell hath no fury... and all that good stuff.

Summary

Hell hath no fury... and all that good stuff.

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Submitted: June 04, 2008

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Submitted: June 04, 2008

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How I built you up

to such heroic proportions

I cannot begin to comprehend

When a man

simply a man

if at all one

grew in my mind

to something almost mythical

An honourable and romantic creature.

I was as much blinded

by illusion of what wasn't

as I was intent on feeding my imagination

with my own lies

Right now

with no preamble

Smack-dab in daytime's harsh light

I realize

With not a small amount of glee

your charms

my make-believe

hold me in no thrall

not anymore not ever again

So here you stand

once more

Mere mortal

not even that

Quite reduced is my regard for you

Now that I'm finally seeing clearly

You are

bite-sized

really

This is where I snatch you up

and chew

dwelling on the bitter

unsatisfying taste

of your truth

before I

spit

you right back out.


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