Dear Lover, How Cliche
Dear lover,
Sweet lover I met someone today,
Many a compliment did he pay,
He asked of my dreams, asked of my history,
I did my best to remain a mystery,
Dear lover his interest shown through his eyes,
Sincerity in his voice unlaced by lies.
No matter the words escaping my lips,
The fact remains and at my heart rips.
He isn't you, and you'll never see,
How much your words mean to me.
Your silence oh, sweet lover of mine,
Is deadly and bitter as turpentine,
So when did I become undeserving of your effort?
Why must I indulge through other male cohorts?
Double edge sword, their words merely pain me,
My heart is silently spoken for you see.
So I close my eyes, stir my drink
And of our story I sit and think.
Sweet lover you deceived me from the start,
With your deeds you stole my heart.
Others spoke sweetly in my ear,
I'd find myself running out of fear.
Because words are words until they are committed,
I trusted your best foot, and was left outwitted.
Touche brilliant lover you win this fight,
I realize now I never wanted a white knight.
All I need is someone to trust,
Where an argument won't end in a bust.
I need to be worth it, whatever it is,
I need to be claimed I want to be "his",
Sweet lover it killed me to be hidden away,
Kept in a closet until the end of the day,
Snuck in through a window to keep questions at bay.
I may take work but you know what they say,
Sweet lover if you love what you do,
Not a day of work will be had by you
Copyright © Bernadette Grove | Year Posted 2015
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