The Dust Always Settles
Your love is like a whirlwind – empty in the center and just as shortly lived
You tried to seduce me with your horn -but I was never a fan of bad jazz
Impress me with your fancy sports car- but you can’t afford the payments
Spend money like you’re generous - but you don’t repay your debts
You pretend you care about foster kids- but I know to you they have a price
You claim to be a painter- but your paintings have never been seen
You’re a retired martial artist –who seems to have misplaced his belt
You profess to know how others should live-but you seldom leave your kingdom
You’re like those unread books on your finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when you sit too long
Why did it take so long for me to see that you weren’t who you claimed to be?
In a well-groomed house-my mortgage overdue
With expensive art hung -there was no artist in me
Where shopping for clothes and shoes I tried to fill the hole
Lending money in exchange for love as if I had the tree
Passing judgment over him without ever looking at me
Why did it take so long for me to see?
I was not who I claimed to be
Like those unread books on my finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when I sit too long
Copyright © Christine Costello | Year Posted 2014
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