Red-Letter Day by D. Xavier BariShe wanted to write
some lines to make him cry
he'd stopped listening to words she said,
stopped caring about her thoughts,
didn't notice her lonely sighs
or anything else
unless it was time
for her to strip naked and act excited;
which was happening less and less.
She wanted just for a moment
for him to look at her the way he used to
when she used to think he gave a damn
about something more than his career
or the way she looked (in public)
before she was a live-in hooker.
She wanted him to love her again
just for a moment
the way he seemed to all that time ago.
Like those nights where she was more important
than Sportscenter and imported beer,
or another night out on the town
with his friends who looked at her
in a strangely familiar way.
When she couldn't
prop her world up on lies
anymore
she let loose the pain she kept hidden deep inside,
she opened herself up and let the hurt flow through,
she wanted to write lines that would make him cry
with rage in her eyes,
and empty in her heart,
scrawling her soul-daggers
with a razor-tipped quill
dipped in crimson. 01/09/2002 Posted on 01/09/2002 Copyright © 2025 D. Xavier Bari
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Amanda Conlogue on 01/21/03 at 07:11 AM ouch! hits a little to close to home for me lately |
Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 03/17/03 at 02:27 AM intense. thank you.
-indi |
Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/02/03 at 11:12 AM I've been there... (glad to say that's in the past).... Great moving poem Dante! |
Posted by Cole Miller on 04/24/03 at 02:37 AM this has been one of my favorites on this site long since ive been a member. i cant even sum up what ive thought about it over that time. |
Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 03/22/04 at 02:35 PM This still sends chills through my soul ... I can feel ever word!! Peace ... |
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