©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved
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.
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.