Not Like The Movies

I'm not. Am I? Who would know?

Why is it so surprising when?

I exist, as if I'm not a ghost,

Not a fictional act from a bad movie,

Someone dying to be heard,

Proving you wrong all the same.


You never had to like me,

Nor I you, your lies,

Melt me, twist me, beat me,

Use me, abuse me,

Don't kill me, baby.


I'm not your wench.


Don't believe I am.



I'll do things how I want,

As I'm the master,

Enslaved to my fate.


I'd kiss ya, but you wouldn't like it,

I'll do it anyways,

Now you love it.


Decode….



Decode…..decode….decode….


Don't be so cruel,

Leave me to my dream,

Let me have my mercy,

As you denied me mine.

Author's Note

You know the drill. Give what you get. Karma is my penchant.

Reviews

[Kaede16]

Where to begin with this one, so much to say.
First, that this poem gives me a glimpse to a very tormented soul. I love the parallels you make,

"As I'm the master,
Enslaved to my fate.'

That one is my favorite. Probably because I identify so much with it.
Something else I enjoyed was your formating. People often forget it is as important as the words themselves. The right format can take the reader into your train of thought, manipulate their pauses, their breaths, and with all that their emotions. So good job there.
Finally, I like how you use casual words alternatively with "poetic" ones. I do this myself on occasion, and maybe I'm biased, but I feel like more people should do this, as it helps the reader identify themselves more with the poetic voice.
Well done Valentino :)

[Fran Marie]

But sometimes we are like the movies .good and bad alike...life imitating art and vice versa..
movies seem quite real at some point..we can step right into them ..if were not careful..like this one ..nice work..