Liar
That’s how she saw me
A lying jerk
Filled with mal-intent
And inebriated twist of the devil’s tongue
She removed my smile
My patience
My need for her
She was a professor
with a Masters Degree in Investigative Drama
Drinking shots of animosity and scorn
From half-empty glass
Layered in a syllable abused tint
Sucking accountability, dry
She removed my smile
My patience
My want for her
Vials of sadness
Broken over mattress
Where I entered her
Into innocence realm
She begged for more
She begged me to stay
But, I was already marked from argument’s first revelation
Because even when I held her hand
Even when I welcomed her into my arms
After being beaten for being her diamond ring’s shadow
Even when I brought her closer to peace
It wouldn’t ever be enough
My smallest mistakes would become Armageddon’s cry
My apologies
The tissue
She removed my smile
My patience
My trust for her
Because I
Was a piece of crap
An irregular painting titled: “The Bad Guy”
Messages of sangre coated angst
Going to wrong number
Her errors
Still made me see her as a precious woman
Waiting to regain her peace
Her identity
But I
Was a liar
A screw up
Our finish line had no ribbons
For she had already cut my c(h)ord
Silence
Cold shoulder
My only way to hold this peace
She thought she could leave me
But I
Was already gone
Her tears’ contempt made me let go
Fears’ discontent helped me confirm my Western sunsets
To
Fly
Fly
High
Fly
HIGH
For serenity’s wing behooves me to sway
Towards these winds of change
Solace will hold me on palm
As I wish with final prayer
That Karma
Goes easy on her
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2011
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