Pawn
I really didn’t realize how awkward it would be to substitute you
After years of feelings for you it can’t evaporate
With a drop of two tears and a couple misplaced calls
You were gone and I was gone
Locked into combat with myself and Truth
Too many nights calling my best friend and asking what went wrong
Another love poem gone sour with being in the back of the refrigerator for too
long
Sex is not freedom according to Truth
Instead a shackle extending from your loins to my heart
I knew it from the beginning even if it was disguised beneath a charming smile
I knew you were after something because after
a sweaty night our chemistry was nothing but
A desperate obligation , your payment in turn for a hot
tumble in my satin sheets
Can it be helped that even today acid tears burn my eyes from marinating in my
lies
But above all I am sick of myself
For letting a few passionate kisses blind me beyond all recognition
I can’t be annoyed at you
you received what you desired
But I can only be angry with myself for being tricked
Into two years worth of agony and wasted lined paper
Writing about what you did can’t save me anymore
I’d rather not reveal what you did
henceforth
I would show my
weakness
It was all so thoughtless
That you could accuse me of exploit you for when we were happiest you had
nothing
Baby, nothing
This is what I am to you
Nothing more then that promise ring you pawned last week
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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