i could write delicate poetry
if you would prefer
pretend that i wear dresses
and sink my knees in flowerbeds
(white wine and alternative music)
i could drive slowly
and wear my hair down
like the other girls you know
i could pretend that i’m delicate like that
if you would prefer
rather than the thunderstorm inside of me
where anxiety burns like heartache
my jeans are two sizes too big
(i put my foot through the hole at the knee last week)
where loud music resets my brain
so i don’t have to sleep on the floor
and angry guitar riffs make me cry
i could pretend that i’m delicate like how you want
but i’m not
i’m delicate in arm wrestling and fast cars
baggy jeans and sports shorts
halfway between academia and art
never able to choose
(because choosing seems too final)
and i’m delicate…
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“How can you not see that you’re the one
taking pieces of my broken heart?”
How can you say I’m the love of your life when time and time again, you choose someone else? How is it that I am always caught in your web, waiting for the moment you’ll discard me like a piece of trash?
How can you not see that you’re the one taking pieces of my broken heart?
© Sarah Doughty
I refuse to be labeled by
your own insecurities.
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That night, doubts lingered like shadows
unspoken words hung like heavy chandeliers
eyes shuttered the unbecoming reality
we sat like two strangers
our misaligned hearts
refusing to beat in tandem
but cowardly courage refused to sing
So we went back to the usual drudgery.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof, or even one you create containing the word.