You May Need Stronger Glasses

The man from whom you hide, my love,
Is manufactured. He's not me, just
As the one you think you're saving
Isn't really you.

How could you have convinced yourself
That I, the one who came on afternoons
At work with pleasantries, would plot
To wreck your pretty home? You never
Would have known I loved you if I hadn't
Said, and surely, you have learned that I am
Meek. I cherish time I spend with you, but
Only when it's easy for us both. I don't
Know where you live. I do not own a gun
Or gag or rope. My car is out of gas. In
Other words, the monster you've created
Is a fuzzy toy made scary in the fading
Light, nothing that you ever had to fear.

And you, in truth, aren't who you seem:
The faithful wife and mommy, prairie
Pure, who wouldn't let her head be
Turned by an attentive man. I saw;
You liked to have me visit. You were
Disappointed every time I said I had
To go. You always asked when I'd
Be back, and we both know that you
Found out I loved you only after you
Had looked for me on your computer.
Why, pray tell, would someone so
Contented think of doing that?

Go on hiding. See me as a danger
To you, if you must, but, for your own
Sake, you should try to understand
Yourself.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-15 at 22:56

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