Poems & Poetry From The Angry Dating Girl Years - Bad Love Deja Vu
This is deja vu
I know that it ends like this,
My happily ever after
Really just an empty kiss.
I must have seen the movie
I know what happens next
Devotion and undying love,
Really just about the sex.
Every future plan we planned,
Every memory we share,
A scrapbook of the time I wasted
Just to prove that you don't care.
This all seems so familiar
Perhaps I read the book,
I already know who did it
The taste, the smell, the look.
It's my recurring nightmare
Complete with silent scream,
The sound of my faith shattering
The ruins of my dream.
I tell myself I'm sleeping
Nestled safe in the love we made
But wait, I can't be dreaming
When I am really wide awake!
This cold hard realization
Rips away my breathe,
I'm afraid I might survive
But I no longer fear my death.
I've traveled down this path before
I know just where it leads
Which heart will end up broken,
The self-loathing it will breed.
The twisting of the knife
At each switchback, curve, and bend
Speeding down those winding roads
Until it suddenly dead ends.
It isn't some big mystery
The clues are in the lies,
And if I dare to really look
The truth is in your eyes.
Kristen Burns-Darling (copyright 2010)
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