A Person’s Two Sides
Her hands cradle the cigarette,
Which keeps her living each day.
The toxic addiction she grasps,
Kills her slowly every puff she takes.
She sips the martini,
The only thing that makes her happy
The toxic liquor slips through her lips,
And pulsates through her veins.
She watches others at her usual marble table,
Viewing the daily movements at their lives.
She isolates herself from everyone,
Dreading and fearing interaction of her peers.
She says the drinking and smoking,
Makes her gorgeous and desirable.
Her massive ears, narrow nose, and grotesque features,
Makes her undesirable too many.
She sits and waits in the antique coffee house chair,
He will come this time and everything will be fine.
In her head she knows he is never coming back,
And nothing will ever soothe the pain he left instilled in her.
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