My Pillar - Poem by Medea Kali
We’re two of a kind, you and I
You; in your big world
Weaving charms around them porcelain-skinned girls,
How you are blinded by their radiant magnificence
The way they look at you innocently and yet with a cunning stare.
You entwine and wine in their fragileness
I stand back in my own little space.
You’re a pillar in your world and I lean
For a block of that tower of strength
For a role in a dream world of lily-girls and white knights
Fantasies of a perfect life where I am yours…
How did this come to be?
I am not like them and they’re not me
You rush off to have your green salad
Leaving me thinking how gullible I was
How dirty I am, how I try and try to
Break that brick wall around your heart
I am high in your presence and sad when you leave
Like a five-year old, I crave your acceptance
I scatter roses in your pathway
I lie helpless in your arms
I am emotionless when you lie
When you say how you’ll never be mine
And act as if you are all mine.
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