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i've got my eye on the prize and tonight it's not you
by Elizabeth Seago
It's the dissection of the way
Your eyes glaze over and your blues
Turn to more of a seafoam
When you stare into mine and
Attempt to decipher what/how
You feel for me.
You're always fidgeting around the
Issue at hand.
Something I used to adore in you,
Now I add it to the neverending list
Of incessant pet peeves I've adopted.
You scream at me.
Something about love.
Or the idea of love.
And how I fit into all of that in your mind.
I tell you to fuck off and I walk away in a huff.
"You know, you're all I've ever wanted!"
Throwing your words in my general direction
Like a dagger.
I duck.
"No. All you've ever wanted was you!
But you got bored with you.
And, well, you can't suck yourself off
Quite as well as I can."
You're cornered. You cower.
So you make sure your
hair gel stays in my pillowcase and you muss up my sheets.
09/29/2008 Author's Note: Wipe the grin off your face, this was never about you.
Posted on 09/29/2008
Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/29/08 at 01:19 AM Didn't think it was. Heh. Still liked it. |
| Posted by Jon Kary on 09/29/08 at 10:26 AM From the first stanza I was enchanted by this poem. Such an intriguing form, the way the words arise and fall is mysterious and compelling. I almost felt caught in that space of twilight inbetween dreaming and waking- that is really the best time of the day. Thank you, Elizabeth. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 09/29/08 at 02:52 PM Wow Liz. This is an everyday thing for me. Amazing write. |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 10/18/08 at 02:35 PM Nice end! |
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