Closest

Just another poem about the same girl who features in most of my poems

The closest she got to brushing her teeth
Was smoking menthol cigarettes
And the closest she got to washing her face
Was crying all her makeup off
And the closest she got to having a friend
Was the man who was using her
And the closest she got to changing her dress
Was undressing herself for him

The closest she got to paying her debts
Was getting more time to pay them
And the closest she got to getting a job
Was a line at the job centre
And the closest she got having a home
Was a bed in an apartment
And the closest she got to killing herself
Wasn't close enough.

Reviews

[terry smith]

This is really good!! glad I stumbled on to you!

[terry smith]

and the closest I got to love was lust and the closest I got to dreams was dust...:)

[Nitesh Mahabal]

Very Thoughtful Maan, U See So Closely...