Part II
You treat love like it owes you
something
doling out side-eye glances
trying your best to move it
when it’s firmly planted where
it should be
a damsel in distress
stressed to the max
and undeniably crafty
love isn’t on your payroll
yet you expect it to work
overtime
You lay down roots in
places where home will not
come when you call it
and surf the net in higher than
high heels hoping for a piece
of the not-so American pie
sliced just right
and sweetened to perfection
a sweet tooth’s dream, victimized
and scorn, you carry love
on your shoulders asking
the world to pay attention to
your alter ego
instead of your natural state
Love does not accept collect calls
doesn’t grant you three wishes
or murder your work enemy so
you can get ahead
the ladder of life must be
climbed
and with love hanging in the
balance
you put on different shoes
you change your clothes
you buy new makeup and dazzle
the neighborhood with fake smiles
Your version of love is a
heartache-induced party
conjured up by demented thoughts
but you call it “the past”
and everyone slides into their
perfect places yearning to tour
a maze with no exit
love stands idly by
scoping out the scenery
intent on seeing what you have
colored red, turned it blue, and
made it green
with envy and absolutely
no love
Musical inspiration: Tennessee Whiskey/Drink You Away — Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton. Originally published on Medium.
A Cornered Gurl 
Everything already said and texted and also this. .. you write in a possession of words and they then turn and possess us.
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Thank you. Really. *big hugs*
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A scathing critique that’s full of sass! I’m picturing her futile attempts to “move” love with side-eye glances. So funny and sad at the same time.
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Ha! Very much so, Mags! Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Tre!
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So impactful…brimming with truth.
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Thank you, Maria. 😊
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Great piece!
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Thank you, kelley!
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yearning to tour
a maze with no exit
love stands idly by
scoping out the scenery
oh what a way with words you have my friend….this is so very good! 🙂
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KIM!!! Hello, thank you! I am happy to see you here once again. I will write to you soon so that you’ll have the new address as that moving date is coming quite soon. ❤
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awesome news, you must be over the moon excited 🙂 will wait to see and change in my system so as to know where to find you 🙂
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Yes, ma’am. ❤
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so Jernee must be getting her own bedroom now, hmmm? 🙂
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Nope. LOL. Are you kidding me? Jernee would not make it one night in a room alone. LOL.
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A very cleverly written piece!! I sincerely enjoyed the enjambment and how it moved along the flow of the piece. I loved your lines like: “the world to pay attention to/ your alter ego/ instead of your natural state” because it was stated so expertly I’m just in awe of it! And it’s a theme that needs to be examined more often. Very well done, Tre!
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Thank you, Kelsey! I appreciate your kind words and the assessment of the poem!
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