How Can I Compete
I cant match her she is young, and free
How Can I Compete
She walks in like a perfect lie,
Painted lips, a sparkle eye.
Perfume clings like a second skin,
While I’m just tired, worn too thin.
She speaks in sugar, laughs in lace,
While I hold grief behind my face.
She’s fantasy wrapped in retreat,
And I’m real, how can I compete?
My hands are full of kids and crumbs,
Of lullabies and teething gums.
He looks through me, past all I give,
As if I’m ghost, too used to live.
She is the storm he chose to chase,
While I stay tethered in this place.
And every night, that truth repeats—
He chose her.
How can I compete?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This was so relatable and it hit me so hard. Loved your poem!
Not sure if this person can compete, but he should know where his real life is with wife and mother and child. Good job on such a topic.