She doesn’t have his name,
Doesn’t need it
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this
She has things, possessions
Expensive and exquisite
Better than what his ‘better half’ has
He doesn’t posses her
He knows it too
It was always her way or the highway
He prefers it her way
Always in the dark
She speaks from the shadows
(When she does speak at all)
No one knocks on her door
No one calls in for a visit
There wouldn’t be any kitty parties for her
No homework to be helped with
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this
He goes to his ‘home’ almost every night
But makes sure she is kept well
She is… she is
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this.
2 comments:
a powerful account on those who are portrayed most often in a cliched and disgusting manner..
i think she's self-centred. she can do whatshe wants, get comforts, and have no strings attached.
nice poem
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