The Lesser WomanA Poem by Victoria Preston
Sunlight dazzles on calming waters
As the softest breeze plays with my hair. My mind wanders to moments and memories, When life was better for having you there. Holding my hand and smiling down on me, Whispered intimacies, flirtatious looks. Tasting my flesh as I melted into you, Not understanding your motives, your hooks. You drew me in like a moth to a flame, Promises of desire, and words of lust. I trusted your words, believing in honesty And now I know your lies hang in the air, like dust. When we lay together, in my bed at night, Was it her face you pictured when you looked into mine? Was it her lips you kissed? Her body you wanted? Was I ever really there, in the back of your mind? I fell for your platitudes, longed for your contact, My heart beating faster, when you walked in the room. Yet, all of these months, you toyed with my heart strings Leaving me here now, enveloped in doom. You no longer loved her, you told me so readily. She had broken your heart and you wanted it to end! You desired me only, wanted to share your life with me, Your partner, your confidant, your lover, your friend. Hook, line and sinker, I fell for your bullshit. Hoping that, this time, I'd found my white knight. Now you keep me at arms' length, because it upsets her And you're certainly not ready to give up your fight. As the breeze on this shoreline stirs my emotions, A solitary tear reveals my true feelings. I had hoped you were different, again I was wrong And life is confusing, leaving me reeling. Standing here now, I just feel like screaming, Demanding to know why you treated me so bad. You tarred me with the same brush as her, and now You'll never know what you could have had. I hope that you're happy, whatever you choose In your idyllic family paradise, so perfectly clear. Knowing that out there is a heart that beat for you A true heart, forever loyal, but you didn't want it near. I hope she can be faithful this time, not like before, When she left you broken, betrayed and frightened. Keep looking over your shoulder, my darling, History may repeat itself, and you are not yet enlightened. Lose my phone number, forget where I live now, This door to your freedom has been closed tight. My flesh craves the touch of another now, And I refuse to step into another fight. So I watch the sunlight as it moves on the water, Feel the air on my face as I watch the time crawl. Wishing I had been all you could have wanted But, in reality, meaning nothing to you at all. Copyright © Victoria Preston, 2009 All Rights Reserved © 2018 Victoria Preston |
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Added on March 31, 2018 Last Updated on March 31, 2018 AuthorVictoria PrestonLondon, England, United KingdomAboutIt's all about the freeing of emotions. Whether pain, joy, fear or melancholy, my pen is my medicine. more..Writing
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