melissaahowells
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the stars gather overhead at night i can only see 10,000 at one glance strange how we see the same moon the same stars the same sky but we are not the same same is a word of reassurance short and concise which aims to say alot but achieves little its a detente a concession we are not the same as you insisted we were as different as some are the same your mouth rounded into criticisms about my size my histories my looks I checked off only so many bullet points on your grocery shopping list I have never been a woman you can find in a store off the rack on the shelf nor last year's discount didn't you know that I'm rare and how I could read your mind each time you were dishonest when your eyes bore into mine marry me you said you were the cat nip and I your fluffy cat girl there to entertain, pretty-please you were so generous with your prestige and ease bon mots like bon-bons purple praise burrowing into my sensitive ears you wanted me near but not nearly enough for the tears I bled for you the ugly kind of stuff see angel I've plucked your wings my sweet little American poppet my eyes have cleared away enough to see I've stopped it that lilting accent and gilded phrase repenting in the self-knowledge your words were smoke in a maze I'm no longer lost the tide of your lies has carried me so far away. LEGAL COPYRIGHT 6/21/2023 1:33pm Pacific Standard Time time and date stamped and also for this poet/writer/author Melissa A. Howells/ and her legally copyrighted and registered site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World. Vote for this poem |
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