I Loved Him You KnowA Poem by Mira SolaraA look at perceptions of women in seemingly romantic poems that deliberately leads the reader to feel sympathy for the woman unless they notice the break in rhyme scheme.
Glasses
They lay shattered as he bled on the floor. The were forgotten, as he ran out the door. Years later, they are still here, a memory, that I hold dear. Sometimes I wonder, if I put them on, will I see what he saw before he was gone? Will I see my own face through shattered glass? Will I see what I did, now that it's passed? I wasn't wrong but I wasn't right and I wonder how it looks through his sight. He wasn't right, but he wasn't wrong, and it had to end before very long. They lay there. Shattered. He bled on the floor. And I'm glad he forgot them, when he limped out the door. Sometimes I wonder, if I put them on, will I see if I could have fixed what was wrong? They're in millions of pieces, no amount of tape, could piece back together what started with I loved him you know. I stood there shattered as he ran out the door leaving his glasses broken on my floor. He had his reasons, I knew them well, but he had no right to go love is always hell. The End. © 2016 Mira SolaraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMira SolaraAboutI am 17 years old and I write fiction and poetry. My hobbies include model rocketry and choir. You can call me Mira or Lily, both are names I write under. more.. |