A Price Too High

I wanted her so badly that I curbed
My appetite for alcohol. I cleaned
My living room. I started wearing
Nicer clothes, and spoke as if I
Loved my life, and held my tongue
When those around us voiced their
Wretched right-wing views. I tried
So hard to win her love, but couldn't,
And, when I was through, when
She arrived one evening with a man
Who was, by nature, all the things
That I had tried to be, I rose at once
And left in sorrow, not for losing
Her, but because I had lost myself.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-25 at 11:58

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