Mary Jane
Seducer of young men and women.
Shaking hands at ten bucks a pop,
Then pulling them in to an embrace they cannot escape from.
Even if they'd wanted to.
You are the green outsides when
Their insides are blue.
You promise them solution,
relief.
But rarely follow through.
YOU are something I despise.
And I,
am not just some prep.
Some pot-head-hating *****
who knocks it before she's tried.
I tried,
to hang on, that is.
While you pulled them away from me.
I'll never forget the look in her too-red eyes
when she told me I couldn't stay.
That she'd made other plans that day.
That day and every other from then on.
I could smell your perfume tangled in her hair.
When she hugged me good bye.
That's twice now.
Twice now you stole my best friend
With promises of popularity and good humor.
That's twice you ripped out my heart.
Twice too many times.
I've written sobering rhymes against you.
And they were not the first.
I know I can't blame you, completely.
You didn't take their names.
You didn't make them make the choice,
You didn't force their voice to strip me down to tears.
And you didn't tell me to say no, when I had the chance
To dance with you.
But you gave them the option to,
All the while,
Whispering sweet nothings into their ears.
Pulling at their fingertips.
Promising gifts you could not guarantee.
And last night,
I could taste you on his lips.
I could see your shadow forming in his lungs
As he spoke.
So, Mary Jane.
I am begging you.
Please.
Don't.
Don't show him that their is no other lover better than the company of you.
Don't show him the side of you that only
One who'd tried it could know
And let him love it.
I don't think I could take another blow
of your breath in my face,
If,
...when...
With diffident intentions,
He turns away.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
Mary Jane
Seducer of young men and women.
Shaking hands at ten bucks a pop,
Then pulling them in to an embrace they cannot escape from.
Even if they'd wanted to.
You are the green outsides when
Their insides are blue.
You promise them solution,
relief.
But rarely follow through.
YOU are something I despise.
And I,
am not just some prep.
Some pot-head-hating *****
who knocks it before she's tried.
I tried,
to hang on, that is.
While you pulled them away from me.
I'll never forget the look in her too-red eyes
when she told me I couldn't stay.
That she'd made other plans that day.
That day and every other from then on.
I could smell your perfume tangled in her hair.
When she hugged me good bye.
That's twice now.
Twice now you stole my best friend
With promises of popularity and good humor.
That's twice you ripped out my heart.
Twice too many times.
I've written sobering rhymes against you.
And they were not the first.
I know I can't blame you, completely.
You didn't take their names.
You didn't make them make the choice,
You didn't force their voice to strip me down to tears.
And you didn't tell me to say no, when I had the chance
To dance with you.
But you gave them the option to,
All the while,
Whispering sweet nothings into their ears.
Pulling at their fingertips.
Promising gifts you could not guarantee.
And last night,
I could taste you on his lips.
I could see your shadow forming in his lungs
As he spoke.
So, Mary Jane.
I am begging you.
Please.
Don't.
Don't show him that their is no other lover better than the company of you.
Don't show him the side of you that only
One who'd tried it could know
And let him love it.
I don't think I could take another blow
of your breath in my face,
If,
...when...
With diffident intentions,
He turns away.
Oh how opinions change...
