Lora Cooley

Rookie - 0 Points (September 28 / San Diego)

New Storms For Older Lovers - Poem by Lora Cooley

I've come here
Worn out
Begging on my knees
I'm just trying
You saw your lover wore a ring
Why didn't you stop?
I swear - Oh heaven,
Forgive what I would do to you
And think
They'll never believe what you've done
I'm begging you
Let me rebuild the things you shattered
He meant it
I swear he meant it
He whispered 'I'll always be here with you.'
But always is always and always is valueless
Buried in the wreckage of your crime
While you're leaning in
Kiss your guilt goodnight
He is mine
You stole him
But we'll survive
He loves me dearly
You'll see
You are blind
He loves me dearly
It feels like staring into hell
A statue framed in pain and flesh
I heard you speak
'Loves a funny thing, the way it doesn't ask to be excused. And it's gone, there is nothing you can do. I am finally alive.'

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, November 16, 2012

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