“goodbye isn’t hard
the third act right before goodbye
that holds the real story
it’s where the reservoir banks crumbled
and the starry dreams and naive hope
promised in each drop
seeped out the hairline cracks
no amount of prayers and sacrifice
at the feet of stone idols could seal …”
Rissa – the whole beauty of this poem here https://x.com/WanderingRissa/status/1893162423827202400
I am confused
I feel like being used
Yet, I am accused
Of playing
The User
Right
Mea maxima culpa
Est
And fight
Will probably last
Cause
Lust
Is the primal drive
Necessary
To survive
To stay alive
When the sun
Already is set low
I fell ever so slow
For your deception
I took
Mistakenly
Your taste
The slight
Grimace of your face
For some real
Appetite
And flew
High as a kite
Into the realm of dreams
And fantasy themes
Full as it seems
Of excitement and wonders
No wonder,
It aches
When unexpectedly
I plummeted
Into the Sea
Of Disillusion
Hence the confusion
So… Well
You’re not
A princess-under-the-spell
More a small
Froggy
Sweet and cute
Like children’s doll
Mind-foggy
Not as astute
As the minute
Impressions
You make
Though, you’re not a fake
You’re not as foul
For Devil to buy your soul
Oh no…
Your just a bit …
Confused
About your own
Goal
Which somebody stole
You’re not any more
My Nike of Samothrace
You’ve lost not only
The arms and face
From that lonely
Happiness procurement
But whole monument
Of yours
Has lost its attunement
And crumbling
With some force
Into rubble
Lucky
You weren’t
A bubble
I can take
One small piece
Like a tourist
Souvenir
…
A reminder of
The Muse
For my art
You once were
…
My Dear
In my heart