Saturday, April 27, 2013

Hater


Hater

you, who could have any man rushing to your whim
are seemingly, the last person on earth aware of your charms
and you cast your line with an obvious hair-flip
you bat your pretty, vacant eyes at whoever’s in range
the gentleman with the tiffany wedding band
the poser with the iced-out tiffany Folex
they all smile and blush, despite themselves, and their dates
but their women are haters, they wish they were you

you, who could have any man rushing to your whim
are seemingly, the last person on earth to return home alone
and you straighten your seams with an indifferent hair-flip
you claw at your colored, phony lenses, eyes dry and reddened
the man you waited for while flirting with other men all night
has already come and gone home to the wife he’ll never leave
though never believing, you accepted his lie again because
his woman is a hater, she wishes she was you



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