the first girl is sugary sweet
she asks about me, talks to me
called me her beloved within the hour
i don't like it, she's not you
the second girl is too strong
i want an escape, im sure she does, too
but she barely talks, just like you
she still, somehow, isn't you
the third girl is actually fun
a mess, like me
chaotic, like me
a model, like you
pretty, like you
a woman of the arts, she's you, she's just like you
she's not you
the fourth girl just wants to fuck
im giddy, she feels a lot like us when we flirted
another escape, perhaps? wasn't that you?
she still isn't you
and yet, i talk to them all
what a fuckgirl, i laugh, is this what you did?
flirting madly to every girl to fill the one you lost?
and finding disappointment in all of them?
and yet, i still talk to them all
wishing desperately i could find more of you in them
and being disappointed when i find
none of them are you, not even close
*yet there it is, in the back of my mind, wishing you'd appear and want me again
YOU ARE READING
Ballads Of A Songbird
PoésieA collection of poems, written by a girl who longs for the love of someone who does not like her back (this is shitty poetry!! absolutely not beta-read, so constructive criticism and or pointing out my fuck ups are appreciated)
