The upper hand Dec. 19, 2012

 

I’ve never had

The upper hand

I just thought I did,

Bringing you

Card and candy

To a bar

Only to prove

Just how little

I really know

About you,

How you don’t

Eat candy

And how you

Hate roses

(How can anyone

Hate roses,

I asked,

Until I pricked

My fingers on its thorns

And had to lick

Up my own blood)

To open a door

To call,

To reveal what I think

Or feel,

All part of a game

You don’t care about,

And I don’t understand,

Any more than I do

“true love” when I am

perhaps mistaking it

for “true lust”

which, of course,

I know I feel,

This fairytale of a life

I lead,

I am Cinderella

Who never gets

To go to the ball

Or leave my glass slipper

To have the prince

Finally find me

Again.

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