Chameleon

The girl watches as

The boy she loves and his mate

Stroll, hands entangled.

She wants that.

 

She becomes a chameleon,

Changing her skin

To fit the societal pictures.

She wants that.

 

A bit more makeup.

A touch of lustful appeal.

A smile of carelessness.

She wants that.

 

She chooses to strut,

Rather than step.

Interested eyes follow.

She wants that.

 

That boy notices her,

Even smiles in regard.

He is interested.

She wants that.

 

She gave her all and whole,

After that warm day.

Those eyes of his tend to wander.

She does not want that.

 

She tries to make him care,

But he is a lost mind.

The boy is away, in his fantasies.

She does not want that.

 

She breaks.

Once on the brink,

Now in the abyss.

She does not want that.

 

He leaves. She cries.

What is worse--

Never being, or changing to be?

She does not know.

　

　

　

　

　

Reviews

[Matthew Spence]

This poem surprised me man, it read very well. I was never at a loss as to what you were saying, and from the short lines we got to describe female of the poem, I think it was enough to perfectly convey her thought process. I really enjoyed this poem, and think that it accurate to the real world in that of what women desire to some extent, but I am not an expert on women haha! The point is, I enjoyed this poem and thought it was very well written and well thought out.

[Michael Kikle]

Thanks, Matt! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed it, man. I just wanted to change the view of my stories, for once hahaha.