Lauren Miller

Rookie (October 5,1991 / Omaha, Nebraska)

October-November, On Through Summer - Poem by Lauren Miller

Acting like you don't exist is the simplest form of Denial
To ignore the fact
That only I destroyed us
Perfection only lies in your bedroom eyes that i no longer get to see
and my web o of lies and confusion, covered
Made you blind
Happiness is something I offered you
Only in the hands of
Woman

Because this little girl, couldn't conform to
notions nicknamed loveYou suffered mildly, and I turned my back on pleasantries
In favor of ingoring you
Because when little girls grow ip and await
another chance at love
Some men aren't there because they're in someone else's bedroom
So the mistake you made against her
Lay hidden in my mask, of insecurities
I would go with the usual 'You broke us.'
But I broke us
Into two fragmented, unmatchable pieces

The fact that you connected the dots
with another love
Is the worst form of punishment that i didn't foresee
I punished us, for thier wrongs
Obliterated any luck, I might have had
To charming you back
an awful task
to follow you
With eyes
Because I dont think I could ever accept your existence
Because, stubborness does not accept defeat


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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