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Jan 2012
When with him I am an actress
I play a role
I play it well
I know all the moves
And I know all of my lines
Those blurry little lies

I play my part skillfully without fail
My smile destroys my own true feelings
The flip of my hair
And the bat of my lashes
The giggles
The grace
My kisses
My touches
Are all planned and rehearsed

Tongue to navel and lips to lips
Every touch of your face
Or neck
Or chest
Every wink, smile, and moan
All lies
I’m just playing pretend
I’m just doing my job

You don’t love me
But you don’t know that I’m acting
If you don’t feel love
When I’m playing better than myself
I know you’ll only cast the real me aside

The silly
Playful
Funny me
The one with the light behind her eyes
Will never be seen by you
And you’ll never be allowed to hurt her
I keep her away
Up on a shelf at a distance
As I **** this girl slowly
For the promise of your touch
And I chance in your bed
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
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