the gifted writer
your poetry wooed her
prose and promises kept her
ripe for me to pluck.
the jilted cheater
turned spin doctor for love
from social… lite… weights.
careful now…
your unrequited love lingers noticeably
as you relish in your newfound glory
because she… will never be… her.
resigned to second
your woman pales in comparison
to your true love lost.
internet whore
how insatiable
must your reality be
that lead you to a webbed fantasy.
an online world
intricately weaved with
false bravado
delicately laced with
delusions of grandeur…
catching unsuspecting innocents
with sexy sentiments
and sweet nothings…
and believe me… they are nothing…
because the void still exists.
ah, but this time will be different, right?
you forgot that
you cannot change your stripes…
tiger…
even with Photoshop
and a new Net address.
but I digress…
you have written me into her life
and your pen still drips with marauding jealousy
while your inner child throws temper tantrums
because I fit your shoes better than you ever could.
why me over you?
it is because you live
vicariously through me
and you don’t even realize it.
for those who can…
do.
those who can’t…
write
about it.
Boi Blue is a lover of racket sports, metaphors, bubble baths, tongue-in-cheek humor, and one particular woman. She has a slight aversion to open-ended question and a smile that attracts a lot of attention – wanted and unwanted. To read more of her poetry, check out her Pretti Boi Blues.
A poetic heavy-hitter! I’m lovin’ your words, your flow. Yeaaaaah!