Rejection Stings
Describing rejection in so many words.
Was there a point
To all your pretty words?
A peacock of compliments
Heaped upon my head
More like a torrent of hail
Heavy, cold, and stinging
But useful, someone cried
They’re useful, even if they hurt!
False promises and sweet smiles
To lull me into your embrace
Just to throw me to the storm
And close the door with a slam
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I don’t want you
However, I may.
At some point. Later.”
Like your lies soothe me
Trick me into trust
No, I am not your toy
I will not believe you again
About the Creator
Austin James
The woman who talks about magic bears, writes angry poetry, puts strawberries on her pizza, and complains about frequent night nausea has now taken form here.
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