She loves me she loves me not
I keep telling myself I don’t know you
practicing in the mirror
seeing myself bowing down
lowering myself to my knees
reaching out and pulling your
wrists toward my lips
You didn’t mean to leave your mascara
bleeding like black ink
on my hands and
down your rose-colored cheeks
my skin like a paper towel
absorbing it all in
Somehow I missed a perfect chance
to find a perfect paradise
located beyond the border
somewhere past the looking-glass
now scattered on the floor
broken into tiny little pieces
september two thousand sixteen
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Love this one, John, and what a sultry voice you put on for the reading!
Thank you so much, Loredana!
You know I am not good at these comments but a click on a star just doesn’t seem enough for such gorgeous words, soul-melting words-
thank you so very much, Rose
ditto the above comments! xox
thank you, Lara – and many thanks for sharing on twitter as well xo
Just like walking on scattered glass, our life seems full of missed opportunities
isn’t that the truth!
Hi there, awesome write and reading.
Thank you very much for visiting my poetry place and for commenting on this piece.