Best Served

Gently cup my cheek

thumb erases the tears

sad smile

I know

you know

it was never real.

Pain

raging

tearing me apart

my mistake

falling hard

should have listened

when warned.

Fantasies woven

tenderness given

hard not to feel

time to tamp it down

drown it down

lock it away

’cause I swear

I ain’t giving it away.

I am done with feeling shit.

I am done with feeling period.

They say

(I love the infamous they)

revenge is a dish best served cold

revenge is a life well lived

revenge is a lot of things…..

my revenge

what I cling to as true

the day will come

when you realize……

I was the best you would ever have.

©March 15/20

Picture is my own. Of me.

How do I know?

Truth or dare

how do I know you like me?

Question and answer

I am sure you already know

so I smile naively.

Serious though

pensive

cannot figure out

what I see

what I want

when I have no need.

I said adios

to my lovers of the past

telling all

that it would be unfair.

Unfair of me to continue

to reach out

kept in the wings

as if already admitting defeat.

There is one way

that will tell you

exactly how I feel…..

I cleaned my car

vacuumed

dust wiped

all in case

you might see the inside.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 30/18

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