She slinks into my mind
Scantily clad, sexy and bitchy,
Everything I despise.
Still, her striking eyes,
Heavy with mascara,
Catch me
While I'm falling.
Says she's
"just what [I] need tonight"
As I sit alone.
Alone,
While the rest of the world
Parties without me.
I need someone.
And it just had to be
Her.
Jealousy.
In that shiny
Hunter green mini-dress
With all the fashion sense
I'd die for
And the jewels to go with it.
Sings in her alluring alto
To staccatto my pathetic state,
"Aren't you just sick of this?
Another call,
Another slow reply,
Another party
That you can't attend."
Her tone changes.
Demeaning and bitter.
No longer a song,
But still as captivating.
"What for?
Why not be like me?
I'm living life.
Unlike you."
My emotion latches on to this
One "kind" "friend."
Says,
"Don't answer next time.
Don't speak.
Don't let on to your soul.
Keep it all to yourself,
Just as you are."
Then the soul speaks up for itself.
Screams above the deafening din:
"Beautiful girl!"
"What...? me?" I slowly reply.
"What are you doing to yourself?
What are you doing to Him?
He's been standing behind her
All this time,
Crying out for you to
Choose Him first.
He's there, on your desk, to your right
Love notes in a shiny sword.
If you'd only look past the hatred
Welling up in your coal-black soul.
While she lets you tumble down,
He'll catch you and teach you to
Fly."
*I gasp for clean air*
Sit up straight,
Shake myself from my
Dejection,
Type this poem
So I won't fall again,
And remember what it is
To Fly...
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