Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage photo prompt.
Sunlight dies on the western skies,
Skyscape of red ignites horizon.
Hid indoors she inhales, won’t cry;
Phoning him still, though her heart’s torn.
He’ll never believe a word cried,
Poisonous woman; he’s forlorn.
Night brings blackness; fades the red,
Setting sun was a sinful fire.
Flaws thrown in her face so she dreads —
Him; so embarrassed she’ll expire.
She’ll never believe his word again.
Venomous man conspiring.
Out of anyone she should know,
He’s not trying to hurt her, but —
He couldn’t stay quite, told her so.
The fight ended; he’s caught and stuck.
No good faith, lost love, she runs, goes;
Days pass, he knows he lost her trust.
She wonders, “What’s high-maintenance?”
Doesn’t he want her to look pretty?
Tries to change her, their relationship,
No hair-stuff, cream; bet he’ll regret.
Let her be; care and maintain,
Lipstick her therapy; don’t spit.
What of self-esteem; for at work?
He doesn’t get, looking fine is work.
She needs to keep up, she’d prefer —
He wouldn’t judge her, for her quirks.
More than makeup, clothes; she’s hurt,
Does he love her? Off he flirts.
He didn’t think such a little thing,
Could grow so big she’d leave him first.
Taking the dog, breaking some things,
Remote broke; busted flat screen, irks.
Awake all night sunrises’ bring,
Some hope, she’ll return; for he learned —
Never to judge a woman by her looks,
Let her get ready for too long.
Let her spend cash, don’t brook,
On small things that make her feel strong
She’ll come home; she’ll smile, haircut book,
He who is wise benefits long.
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