Lies For Winter

lies to keep you warm this winter...

The fire of fear acts as a guiding light as I walk away from...
There is nothing I could say to...
Make good except
"I didn't mean a word I said"...
                I love you sounds like an excuse, a beg for pardon
                A slander in lipstick and high heels kicking repeatedly
        Stiletto to heart            Stiletto to heart
                I love you feels like a thick hand applying pressure
                As you drown attempting to breathe underwater
                This I love you yells
        "Adapt!"                "Adapt!"
Forceful and vicious
And we have to pause and wonder in these hours if it really is better
Than not to have loved at all...  if I could take it all back
Would you rather I begin with goodbye?
                    (Watch her vain pursuit in search of something new)
"Struts Feathers"
I reserve the right to change my mind
I reserve the right to choose                      (She prepares those lips to lie)
I am (not) afraid of you
I am (not) afraid to tell you I love you
I am (not) in the wrong here
I am (not) sorry...
I do (not) dream of you often
I do (not) have memories of us
    You told me poets lie...
    And have I got news for you...
The saddest destiny of the poet is every relationship gets reduced to another story to tell
                To embellish
This would be the perfect moment in the story to
Kiss those lips that boldly lie
To grasp those hands that tremble still
Whisper close...  "I didn't believe a word you said"
                    Embellish
Life is...
So
Not
Poetry.

Reviews

[J.P.O.et]

I like the presentation here, the use of space, the arrangement made me pause and skip a beat appropriately as I read this. There is no love in someone changing you and demanding you 'Adapt!' Really like the (not)'s and how it conveys the oftentimes paradox of love. And the ending is right on dear,

'Life is...
So
Not
Poetry.'

This one isn't going to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside but whatever works for you.
'Stiletto to heart', eh. Well done.
J.P.O.et