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Who is she?
I found your letters.
I found all your texts, your private messages,
Your emails and your letters;
Every single letter of your letters.
You wrote them as if you are a stranger to me;
As if you don’t know me,
As if you are not the man I cannot live without;
The one whom I care so deeply for;
You, whom I love so incessantly.
I read what you wrote to her.

Who is she?
Where did you find her?
Did she sweep into your life like Aphrodite,
Charging down the white horses
As she rose from the ocean foam?
What romantic crap to spout!
What pathetic drivel to smear across
The crisp, clean papers and screens!
What mockery you make of this
Poor, bedraggled existence of mine
With your words.

You write of her ever-changing eyes,
So many colours in one, turning about with her moods.
Blue and deep as the twilight on a spring night,
Mysterious and twinkling with mischievous stars;
Brown as the acorns, and fertile as earth,
With a gleam of autumn richness and homespun steadfastness;
Grey as the tempest skies
That drive the winter waves to hammer the storm beaches;
Green and lush as the meadows,
Speckled with fresh summer wildflowers that smile in the breezes.

You see all these things when you look
Into just two eyes.
Her eyes.

You write of what you see when you regard her form,
So far away from you,
And yet closer than companions;
As close as two lovers exploring each other’s hidden places,
And yet so far across the miles.

You write of her luscious shape,
Rounded and curvy and
Ripe for plucking;
Ripe for squeezing like September fruits
That ooze and run free with juices and nectars.
You write of how you will lick up her honey,
Of how you will plunge deep inside her,
Searching for treasure and finding yourself
Encased in sliding, rapturous happiness.

Who is she?

You write of how you see her heart on her face;
Of how her crooked teeth in her giggling smile speak of
Finding the sun behind the clouds and bringing forth the rainbows;
Of how the curve of her plump cheeks
Mirrors the softness of her tender words,
And the creases framing her smiling eyes speak of
Her history:
Her traumas, her triumphs, her pain, and her hopes.

You write of how you see her words,
Wrapped around your heart and mind like
Hands holding a lover;
Now grasping and clinging,
Now stroking and smoothing,
Now calming and loving,
Now supporting and lifting.

I hate her.

You write of her as something or someone
Whom your life was made to be with;
As if to remove her now would
Tear a hole in your being
And rend the fabric of your universe,
Until all that remained were tiny scraps
Of forlorn desperation.

You write of her as if she does more than
Make you Hallmark Whole.
You write of her as if she is
A part of you that I can never touch,
Never hold,
Never rejoice in,
Never embrace.

And I hate her.
Because when I look into the mirror you are holding before me,
Crying and anxious for me to recognise the form
Your heart implodes with love for,
I cannot see the woman that you see.
And I am jealous.
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Posted 12 Sep 2012 18:43
Shy, what can I say. An incredibly sublime composition. What a gift you have.

I can see this incorporated into triller flix. Chills
Posted 07 Sep 2012 22:29
Wow, this is an amazing piece! So overwhelming and breathtaking! Love it.

Posted 05 Sep 2012 20:14
Your work astounds me. Your use of language is transcendent and lyrical. Your sensitivity is both painful and touching. What a talent you have, Daisy.

Posted 05 Sep 2012 19:51
This is excellent! Great writing!

Posted 05 Sep 2012 03:31
Damn Shylass, the last phrase sent a chill up my spine. You set it up perfectly. I think we can all relate to this as it's so very hard to see ourselves the way other do... especially our lover. Well done!
Posted 05 Sep 2012 03:11
You continue to amaze me, each phrase evoking a mindset of betrayal, hurt and lost love; the competition for a lovers heart that sees one differently. Painfully succinct and yet so richly expressed.
Posted 05 Sep 2012 02:03
You overwhelm me with the power and lyrical movement of your poetry. So many lines are filled with images and the pain of what you are seeing and feeling. You are true poet because you dare to see and articulate what others would turn away from and would not have the words to say. You are truly gifted.
Posted 05 Sep 2012 00:59
Beautiful poem! Sometimes it is good to believe what you see! x

Posted 04 Sep 2012 23:09
I see her, and she's wearing a Tiara xx Great writing Daisy
Posted 04 Sep 2012 22:17
Such a lovely written poem x
Posted 04 Sep 2012 15:45
You have a lovely soul. Your poetry reflects you as a mirror. This poem was so profound, it hit my heart. I see why you are shylass. There is a great depth to you. You are so fragile, it is better to be shy. This is a wonderful revalation of part of you. Keep on going.

Posted 04 Sep 2012 15:18
Can I just say you are super amazing and I want to eat you up whole! Its the imperfects that make everyone beautiful but this poem was pure perfection 5+++++

Posted 04 Sep 2012 15:06
Lovely. One does not always see with others admire or dislike.

Posted 04 Sep 2012 15:02
Wow Shylass! This is amazing. So well written and beautiful!
Posted 04 Sep 2012 15:02
ahhhh daisy.... see in the mirror.... it is magic.... it shows your true self.... LOVED IT. such sweetness....

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