They split you apart before you could speak,
for your eyes and your lips were his eyes and his mouth;
I wanted your love, I wanted to love you,
but you were Narcissus so I never existed.
Your eyes and your lips were his eyes and his mouth,
the result and reminder of a seven-day rape.
Since you were Narcissus I never existed
except as a mirror reflecting your beauty.
The result and reminder of a seven-day rape;
you sucked from high fashion what your mother denied you,
yet needed a mirror reflecting your beauty
as you smoldered as empty as cigarette ads.
You sucked from high fashion what your mother denied you
while I wanted your love, I wanted to love you,
yet you smoldered as empty as cigarette ads
for they split you apart before you could speak.
Elizabeth Weaver came to writing through poetry yet is currently focused on completing a novel, the main character of which has a photoblog. Some of Elizabeth’s writing and visual art can be viewed on elizabethweaver.wordpress.com as well as 5AM and dirtcakes.
Categories: Mental Health, Poetry, Themed
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Melancholy Hyperbole 