Loathsome grin
Eyes on mine
Do you expect me to tremble?
To drop my wine?
I'll take a sip
And raise a brow
I know you have no power
Your words can't hurt me now
Tell the world
For all I care
Let them gasp, point,
And stare
What treasures have I,
That I may lose?
Except perhaps,
This glass of booze
I grasp it gently
Fingers loose
Your threats will no longer
Tie my noose
My actions are done
They cannot be changed
Now only the future
Is to be arranged
You think that I'm scared?
Not of you anymore
The only thing you've done
Is left my ego quite sore
You straighten your tie,
I toss my hair
I wonder if you see
I no longer care
What will you do?
Are you going to tell?
Then rip the bandaid now,
Might as well
Or not, I suppose
You have little time
If you're lucky you'll have
But one more rhyme
As you fall to the carpet,
I'll down my crystal glass
When you wake you'll have learned your lesson
You don't mess with this lass
I set my emptied drink
Atop the bar
Stroll out the door
Get in my car
Will you even remember,
A thing that has occurred?
Maybe, maybe not,
Not from what I've heard
I smile in the mirror
I fix my hair
Knowing once more I shall vanish
Into thin air
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Loving and Leaving
Poetry"I wear the perfect mask for him..." A book of poems on love, loss, pain, joy, betrayal, and other topics. Feel free to read through, advertise your own poetry, and comment away. If I see a particularly good poem commented I'll give a shoutout in t...
