Street Lover

A broken heart bleeds memories

Of lovers I can count on one hand

But, I’m still branded a s**t

Tears that fall like diamonds on lipstick stained ties

A shade of red foreign to me, Infidelity No. 2

I came to you on the wings of a whisper

I gave you an innocence I will never regain

 

I loved you like her perfume loved your skin

She lusted for you

With the body of an hourglass

The mind of a street dancer

And the allure of a cougar

 

I hate you like her skinned knees and drunken eyes

Like your late night rendezvous’ cloaked in white power

And the stench of brandy that fills the club

I hate you like rolled dollar bills, sliver spoons

And pink thongs in your pockets

I can see her reach for you like a poor motherless child

 

I still find her bobby pins on my floor

Glistening like shards  of glass forever embedded in my heart   

I wrap them in her silk panties,

That so mysteriously appeared at the bottom of my hamper

And drop them at your door

I can’t bare to stare at them any longer,

 I can hear her moans fill the room as they shine

It makes me ill to think her body replaced mine

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