I wrote
this sometime in January 2015 for some jerk I needed to forget. Even typing
this, I’m still cringing at the thought of falling for him, but I admire my
utmost honesty to make an art so truthful—besides, at some point, the tragedy
made me wiser that I know how they play the game. Four years later, this 2019,
I have matured enough (or recoil in fear?) to make me doubtful of men’s
intentions. Because, duh, chivalry is just a curtain of deception.
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Wine, Women and Song
By:
Danica Ann Niegas
To the man who wants to get away but never does.
It
is the stares and gaze
With
your demeanor you can amaze
With
a crooked mind and a big ego
Making
your name a sophisticated logo
That
people can remember as you walk and go.
Accompanied
with reds and blacks,
Enemies
accumulated in stacks
I,
too, was once a part of that
Pointed
looks, words sharp as dart,
Demeaning
attitudes and insulting remarks.
Cold
air rested in my cheeks
An
enemy is not what I seek
Betting
my awful manners finally leaked
Fires
that caused so much heat
From
a spark, a bomb has been lit.
My
own pound of flesh
Their
tumultuous anger wants to leave me a mesh
Like
a hunter found a prey so weak
He
approached me and I shivered with fear,
I
gasped with his soft eyes as he said, “My intentions are clear.”
Painstakingly
waited for my doubts to pass,
Painstakingly
waited for my walls to crash
Silly
passes, bad quotes and clumsy lines
For
years we laugh at our lame rhymes
Painstakingly,
he longs to be mine.
But
garnering a reputation so bad to hear
A
faithless woman I turned out to be
Those
silly passes, bad quotes and clumsy lines
He
has practiced gazillion times
Unmasking
a charming face, a monster I find.
Waiting
for the proper timing to find a conversation
Revelations
I cannot shun no longer
I
watch him desperately pick the clutter
Seeing
his hands bleed for the glass we shattered,
But
for me, his poetry doesn’t matter anymore.
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