The Way Love Sometimes Goes (Never Good Enough) Poem by Lorena Walker

Blinded by beauty
and her fake smile.
Speak to me, love.
Your words are beautiful like water to pure.
Purified, then I drown
and you won't save me.
Afraid to wet your precious hands
as I gasp for air.
You don't want to waste your breath,
that you breath,
when he sexes you.
As I lie there,
coughing your words up,
you stare at me with your everlasting pale green eyes,
smile and say
'If you treated me better, you may have a chance'
so tommorow i bring her an ocean,
and she says 'swim your way back to me'
and when i arrive,
he has gotten her a little pond,
and beside it, there she is making love to him.