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Written whilst wearing vinyl, neon green high heels that were way too small for me and an olive green velvet hat. (Don't ask)

You smell like her, she smells like you
And you keep on acting I've not a clue
I sit here in my vinyls and velvets
Counting my blessings, counting my regrets
My paper and pen know I could have done better
I've more important things to write than those four black letters

 

You reek of her though I can't smell it
You're far away but I still can tell it
I'm hurting you, I can hear and see
But I'll laugh and dance away from thee
Morrigan's curse on you, I'd have fared better
If I hadn't let love lock me into its steel fetters

 

I can smell the lies embedded in you
You can't lie to me, I know when you're true
I can taste false pretenses in every word
But I smile and nod like it doesn't hurt
I don't swallow lies, no, I choke on them all
I continue to let you. I continue to fall.

 

But I smell close victory, I'll win yet
And hopefully your lies and emptiness I'll forget
The vinyl is cutting off my circulation
the calls bounce away from their regulation
A Fine Frenzy to be my healing patch
To sing me to sleep until I find a better match

Author's Note

A Fine Frenzy is a singer/songwrite/pianist whom I adore and sometimes listen to at night so that my mind doesn't wander.

Reviews

[(Super) Heroes Never Di..]

I love this poem! I know how it feels to know something like that when nobody says anything because its so obvious.(Haha, long sentence.) Anyway, beautiful job!! I think the second stanza was my favorite. It was so accusing!

I love a Fine Frenzy, by the way (:
100/100!

[Bella-Marie]

I liked this poem. I liked the way it was all about smelling, senses like that. A cool poem!

I'm quite fond of "Liar, Liar"

you don't have to see someone to know the truth.