You Never Really Knew Her
She became a figment of your imagination
Midnight opens a veil that many hesitate to cross,
Fear boils within their veins, never allowing their breath to escape,
But there’s one who walks the line cloaked in trepidation,
A ghost of whispering nuances, invisible to the naked eye.
**
Let me tell you her tale, surprise on her side,
You’re in for the ride of your life, closed eyes forced open,
A gasp echoing from your lips as realisation hits,
Because seriously! You never really knew her!
She didn’t wish you to know.
**
She woke one morning, tore the heart she wore on her sleeve and secretly pocketed that pesky beast,
Placed a well-rehearsed smile upon her face, and walked out the door to face the day,
Cue — a total stranger bred of falsity and shadows,
Her face a question mark of vanishing beliefs.
**
Do you remember your first encounter that day?
Well, you’ll be surprised to know it was that day —
The day you met a figment of your imagination, woven through in style,
By a woman that truly never existed.
**
She purified her rehearsal into a fashionable icon of make-believe,
And let me tell you how;
How she fooled you by encumbering her very being,
Hidden deeply behind the veil.
**
The gaze within her eyes are nothing but fairytales and imagined happy endings,
The words that whisper through her lips, storylines of impossibilities,
Her unspoken thoughts cast upon your shadow, inherent warnings of angst,
All disguised by the uptick of her smile — well rehearsed.
**
She led you by the collarbone, past truths and obvious misdeeds,
Letting you think you had her by the knees,
You thought the fingers that gripped her wrist was sufficient defence against her intelligence,
But you were unknowingly thwarted in classic style.
**
She allowed you to access the smooth skin upon spread thighs,
Knowing your sensibilities would forever be lost in the void,
She crippled you by harnessing your own desire, imprisoning your heart,
While unraveling every thread you gave her access to.
**
She hid her shadow behind yours, knowing your one-track mind hadn’t a clue,
And when you slumbered, she rose within her authenticity and shone brightly,
Freed from the crass definitions defining her throughout the daylight hours,
Her laughter echoing upon your nightmares as you tossed and turned.
**
Then the coming of the dawn finds her packing her ethereal suitcase,
Stashing her personality into the blackest of boots,
Just as secretly she hides the curvature of her limbs in the baggiest of comfort clothes,
While you remain blissfully unaware that she has vanished from sight,
Nothing more than an illusion, tempered disappearance once more hidden in the unknown.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (2)
Hauntingly powerful. Every line peeled back a layer of illusion — what a beautifully crafted unraveling. She lingered long after the last word. Would love for you to explore some of my writing too when you have a moment.
I learned something new from you today; one-track mind! Loved your poem