I don't know what to say to you
today
I don't know when I started really hating you
I'm sure it came after the indifference stage
which bowed to confusion
which bled out of uncertainty
which fell from beneath the butterfly's wing
out of love
into the pools of reality at our feet
I'm too old for fairy tales without an ending
I'm to careless with the crown
and much too married to my bones
to give them up
for the princess you want to build out of my blazing
Sylvia Plath fire
where the goddess soars
red
beautiful hair across my shoulders dipped in cream
I don't know when I started hating you
perhaps it was the moment they told me
that a woman can only love a man
copyright 2008 Victoriaseleneskyedeme/powerflexpress
Share
Print
Save