Second Hand Love

The things she needs
Conflicts and restricts
With what I need and want
She needs touch
Eyes blinking at
Her at a thousand
Miles a minute
She needs
To invade the space
Of lies
Trying to turn them into
Truths
A fallacy
In thought
Cause she knows
In her heart
That his love for
Her is second hand
She's knows
That she is
A knock off brand
Cause his real plan
Is to wait for his true
Love at Macy's
He stands there
Cause the distance
To Times Square
Is far from Denver
He dresses your
Soul in second hand
Clothes with holes
As the truth falls through
But this is the sacrifice
She has made
To accommodate truths
That have been buried
From her youth

Me
I don't need human contact per se
I rather spend my days
Writing my life away
Then to dance to the
Wrong song because
Someone knows my tune
I am quick to turn the station
To flip the situation
So I can regain control
Of my soul
Days without human
Contact are still packed
With rays of sunshine
On good days
Dreams quiet like streams
Hyenas laughing at me
Cause they see my vulnerabilities
Maybe a good dish as they wish
That I would die so they could
Gut me like a fish
No need I know not to bleed
On the sea cause sharks
Would be after me because
The taste of my innocence
Would be a treat
As I would die in defeat

Reviews

[Jennesis]

I like the line, she needs to invade the space of lies'. That's an interesting line. The second part of the poem is such a contrast to the first, it takes you back.