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living with myself was easier when I thought you loved me
by Vere MantratriadI have been
called before
a beautiful mess
but beauty is
something that
needs to be seen
through a mirror
and mine was a boy
who claimed adoration
but it was a
reflection seen
through a collection
of smog crowding
my eyelids and I
tried not to blink
because I knew
that clearing away
would only draw
my attention back
to my own lashes
and in a fury to
clear away distraction
I broke through
my looking glass
and returned to
the reality of a
lifetime of bad luck 12/01/2006 Posted on 12/01/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/01/06 at 04:16 PM I liked all of this except that last word - "luck", which I would debate is not so much a part of the human equation as the word "choice". Just a thought. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 12/04/06 at 08:11 PM oh, how sad and yet sooo true... why is it that one person can make us our lives and ourselves through rose-colored glasses and when we blink, it all goes away? i hope you can find that one who will show you the way of the mess :) |
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