Don’t pretend to be obtuse
blinded by your own special blend of selfishness
Unable to admit to the ability to see my pain
See the scarring etched into my soul
Because it would be just excruciating for you
Tag: postaday
Mistress and Missus
Both were a thoughtful purchase
Bought for a specific purpose
Akin to property
Subject to his whim
Neither with a choice
One is the immoral mistress
The other is his respectable missus
Archaic Ceremony
She found herself to be
Little more than cattle
Ready for sale to the highest bidder
The ceremony only a formality
If only such an archaic practice
Could be banned
When You Rebel Against Society
Sweet words filled with love
Are slowly drowned out
And cracks begin to form
When the uniform you’re expected to wear doesn’t fit
Because the mold isn’t truly one size fits all
And disdain becomes apparent
With time comes the truth
And Society reveals their true face
Society says
We cannot be boastful
Strutting about
As colorful peacocks
Fanning our tail feathers
Seducing the captivated audience
Flaunting individuality
Having a personality
Cannot be allowed
To fit their mold
We must bleach our feathers
Trim them to size
Captivating
The song of her soul was bewitching
She cast out her spell like a net
Ensnaring helpless souls
What It Takes
Gathering strength
to press submit
Picking up roots
to start anew
No one said
Courage comes easy
Country Bumpkin
love for the majestic mountains
appreciation for the rugged terrain
the ability to get down and dirty
doesn’t make me a rube
Suspicion
I love you
Hazel eyes narrow
Suspicion looming overhead
The reaction involuntary
A compulsory response
Everything has strings firmly attached
Thoughts on Repeat
You should have—
thoughts in my mind
forever on repeat
drawing me into an endless waltz
You should have—
it’s almost like a broken record
with an overwhelming thrum
threatening to drowning me
You should have—
