Cookies for Lionheart

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This is a poem in answer to a challenge by Lionheart. Well...it's not exactly sad, but it's definitely not happy...and it's also not that good either, but it's done, and it involves crying.

Submitted: April 10, 2008

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You came with a glass plate full of cookies, all warm and fresh,

I smiled a genuine smile and observed that you looked your very best,

“Are we going out?” I so naively questioned, of all the things I could have said...

All you did was smile, a perfect smile, and shook your perfect head,

Of course you stepped inside, why wouldn’t you? And I let you, why wouldn’t I?

My instincts told me something wasn’t right, even oblivious me couldn’t deny,

Then reality came plunging down on me like waterfalls on those spiky rocks,

But those rocks had it better, they were resilient, I was...not,

“Guess what?” you said, your voice full of excitement and my eyes full of dread,

“She said yes?” of course it was true, but I knew it should have been me instead,

Me who you asked, not me who suggested you ask stupid, slutty her

Her, her, her, it was all you talked about, you never, ever, not once differed,

 

“These are for you, thank you for telling me to ask her,” you thanked happily,

There was that word again her, with that you left, and let me be free,

Free to let the tears that had been trapped leave warm, hot trails on my cheeks,

If I told you the truth, I knew you’d laugh, I knew you’d never believe...

 

The cookies you gave me, to thank me, I’m sorry to say, I tore them apart,

But honestly and truly, only because the presence of them tore apart my heart,

As I ripped I whispered too, “That’s for your stupid new girlfriend, the stupid...witch”

“That’s for your perfect lips...the ones that I’ll never get to kiss.”

I couldn’t go on then, but I knew why, because I couldn’t be mad at you,

All I could do was let the tears dry up, and simply whish my wishes would come true.


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