the stranger

What's worse than finding out you've been lied to - tricked?

She knew she wasn't the
first shy girl conned beneath
a scintillant moon.

Why do boys lie so
- inveigling fabrications
- hoping to impress?

Why interlace fibs,
when, from first sight, she had longed
for his carnal lips?

Now doubts danced - as if
evil spirits were called and
asked to watch, and gloat.

"I can't talk to you
again," she said, "after all
- you’re a stranger."

She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anais. The lessons of love are bloody and painful. We learn too late. Every lies can expand.
"She doubted he cared
- she doubted everything, like
she had a soiled heart."
The above lines. I was the prey and I was the predator. I tell the young people. Don't give everything away till you truly know. Your beloved. Is true. If I could do, do-overs. I would be kind and honest always. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[anais.vionet]

oh, I'm careful.. more careful

[Coyote Poetry]

This is good dear Anais.

[Chris Shaw]

When the heart has been tricked, it is so very difficult to trust again. Nicely expressed work. First of yours I have read.

Chris

[anais.vionet]

Thank you for taking the time to comment =]

[Chris Shaw]

You are most welcome.