Our Love/horror Story

I was to be

your bride.

Pure and white

in my love;


in my devotion.

Before your feet

a rare acquisition.


But you cast me aside

for a woman

as concocted

as her eyelashes.


I am a chameleon;

one day,

the angel child;


i transform

to woman

femme fatal;

I hold men

in the palm of my hands;

they follow me,


lost puppies.


I have lost

my immaculateness;

that i hung on to

for so many years.

Those romantic ideals

as concrete

as children's bedtime stories;


long gone.


Look at me,

am I am monster?

See what your love

has created.

Is this what you want?

JustBernieGirl JustBernieGirl
31-35, F
2 Responses May 18, 2012

It's okay...he did make a good muse, if anything :P

It's a story I wanted to tell for a long time...I will probably revise this poem.