Her eyes tell a story if you look close enough
Her shoulders are rounded from a life that's been tough

Her days carry on with no hope in sight
The same old song repeated each night

The angst of longing for the one that won't love back
Her heart is heavy and her days are black

But yet she keeps on hoping for him to see the light
To learn how to give himself and make everything alright.

She needs him to be with her while the chips are down
He can't seem to understand why she needs him around

She screams for help but no one hears her call
The one she needs the most won't listen at all

No understanding that this sadness she can't help.
There's no way out for her. Her life is a living Hell.

Right in front of the mirror
Couldn't be an error—
Stood the two, unfazed
By the look of crazed
On both of them;
Clock shows - 2 AM
One was mesmerized
While the other - agonized.
Eyes were amazed by
The beauty of face and body;
They both made a cry—
“Disgusting…”, “what a hottie!”

Gazing at the window said:
“Imperfect and ugly,
Selfish and a phony—
You should be dead!”
They saw there nothing but
Failure and total ****;
Grasping their neck, wishing it to be cut;
Felt the hate that went from—
The pits of abyss
Which was the soul of this—.

“The hair and that skin!
So smooth and clean
Face perfect as a goddess—
Divine self, more and not less!”
They were happy,
To shine, fully ready
For the loving and sharing
Their light, with caring,
To others' miserable selfs,
To save their broken shells.

But the clock struck again—tick-tock,
And the two froze, locked.
One whispered, "Who am I, truly?"
The other murmured, "Am I worthy?"
The mirror stayed silent,
Its truth’s still defiant.
Two minds at war, yet one body—
A perfect mess of soul and folly.

I love you
I love yo
I love y
I love
I lov
I lo
I l
I
I once....loved.....you.

But you took everything I gave off my self and through it away.
I said everything will be okay, do you trust me? I asked, while you replied a yes.
But you couldn't wait for me or it.
Every day I came home from work you met me with anger and bad words.
You through things at me even though I didn't understand what I had done wrong.
I was exhausted and fatigued but still....I kept on for you.
And still you continued to through me under the buss as I was the one to be blamed on for everything wrongdoing that you did towards me.
No
No
No

I don't love you anymore.
I don't love anyone anymore.
My soul, my heart has been destroyed because of you.
And my mind....it has grown 1000 layers of hardened shield to protect my emotions from escaping out..
Because I have lost hope, trust, love in everyone because of you.

No one will ever hear my deepest emotions anymore... only a "I'm okay".

I hate you for it.... but I'm thankful for the lesson I have learned because of what you did towards me.

I am and never will be the same person ever again who I watched in the mirror yesterday.

©copyright 2024 David Jacobsen

The tyrant built his tower tall,
set straight to work a-cutting through
the golden threads that join us all
to hoard them in his mental zoo.

Its bricks were baked of stolen clay
in his kleptocratic kilns’ cracked moulds.
Their stench of sulfurous yellow stays
as mockery of our cords of gold.

He covets the gleaming ties we share
to gild the cavern in his tower.
The pit that’s fed with his charm’s snares
cannot be sated with this gold of ours.

His true name is as it ever stayed,
be it Xerxes, or Julius, or Wilhelm, or Don,
this ******* hybrid of hubris and hate,
who feeds on sycophantic fawns.

But despots have their own red thread,
a truth of iron wrought long before:
Each one will end encased in lead,
entombed beneath time’s deepening ****.

The tower topples, his memory fades.
He takes his place with Hades’ shades.

From an ego that can’t be surpassed
The star-spangled insults are cast
So vote for the hooligan
Make this place cool again
Just like it was in the past

Vanity lights.
Production sets.
Heat on high.
Dim lit.
Fame is all in your head.

Truffles in the air.
Wine stained carpets.
Knife over the bed.
Lipstick bruises.
The low numbers aren't fair.

A throbbing migraine or two.
Smoke envelopes the halls.
Hushhh, play another lullaby.
Of course not all dreams come true.
There'll always be a new one, more than you.

If you want to be my partner then you need to grovel
If you want to be my partner then swallow all of your daydreams
If you want to be my partner then don't go round saying mean things

I'll promise to take great good care of you and kiss all of your little boo boos
I'll promise to lie with a glistening smile
So bright it'll erase all of your pain you had with me,
You'll melt like candy in a wrapper on a hot day
Leaving imprints of memories on the sizzling sidewalk.

Don't worry darling, I'll wipe those tears with my very own hands, not his or theirs or hers, (I won't let them) but of mine, the one that gave you all of this trauma.

Isn't it bittersweet how you're on the swing and I'm pushing you like you've always dreamed?
Fabricating me in your mind while I'm manipulating your reality?
You don't think I see the spark in your eyes when your high?
In a moment I can just push you off it & down into the dirt you go.