Hello again, you're plugged in for another one of my slowly growing poetry sessions. And if this is your first time, welcome! Now usually I write about love and everything that makes my world spin around. But this time, I am taking a darker route. Might I urge you now that if you ever make anyone angry or grow a vendeta against you, make sure it isn't a writer. I can promise you that the pen is ALWAYS mightier then the sword. Even Shakespeare made the harlot, Roseline, immortal in the most negative way. Just some food for thought.
With that being said, this poem comes to us from years past. I found out through a friend that a girl who I had been dating wasn't just exclusive to me. She had another man, from what I understood, was much more the apple in her eye. I did a little investigation and found out the truth to be that. When I confronted her, she wouldn't recognize it, but I made the difficult decision to let it go...hardly. But I watched as her life spiraled out of control. Albiet I was happy to see justice, nice guys always finish last and I accepted her friendship again. But never got into a relationship after that. Once bitten, twice shy, and no one should ever be cheated on. That was over three years ago and I am born a new man. But the poem that she sparked lives on forever and she has told me it makes her cry each time she reads it. So on a darker note, I give you this, enjoy!
Pretend Concerto
By: Jace Reed
I played my part the best I could, but even the best of me wasn't good enough for you.
Each time you wrapped your arms around my chest, I thought I was your sole protector. But your arms were tainted with another lover.
Each time I kissed your lips with the utmost care, I felt that we were meant to be. But your mouth was already missing his embrace.
Each time you whispered "I love you" in your sleep, I couldn't stop my heart from skipping a beat. But your words were all scripted and I was the last to know.
How was I so blind to play the fool and not the hero? There was always the other who you would rather be with but I was kept on a leash until the final curtain call when you left me only to let my character die for the audience of the world to observe.
Another fake princess only adding to the cliche melodrama for the passing times.
But in all the pain that I was left to endure, the true nature of you won't go unnoticed. When your crown begins to rust, no one will polish it. When your dress grows ratty, no one will give you the clothes off their back. And when your cardboard wings rip in the rain, no one will want that false pretense. Your last crescendo is at hand and no one is waiting for your epitaph.
