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A liar - that's me.
I have come out
of the feeling I had
I have let go of the passion
with which I was clad.
I don't think of you
every morning as I wake up
Nor do I tie my hair
the way you liked.
I don't cook
your favorite dishes anymore
And I have abandoned
'that black dress' for sure.
I don't anymore
hum your favorite songs
And our conversations
from my memory, are gone.
I have no idea
how funnily you smiled
And I am unaware
that your jokes made me wild.
In my heart
the warmth of you is dead
I don't even notice
your absence from our bed.
You don't come across my mind
when I get wet in the rain
And trust me I never
want to see you again.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Hooded Stranger
14 years 1 month ago
Perfection!
This is my favoutite poem of the day...I want to send this to my ex, and the title is hilarious too.
Liar liar, pants on fire...
HS
Samaira
14 years 1 month ago
Thanks HS
Cheers
Samaira
Samaira
14 years 1 month ago
Yes Rosina
irony
Regards
Samaira
Loreli
11 years 2 months ago
I love this!
Thanks for pointing it out to me :-)
Funny how we can lie to ourselves so effectively.....
Cheers,
Lori
raj
11 years 2 months ago
Hi Samaira
Upon reading this poem I wish to say that you are neither alone to have those pangs of hurt nor one to lie that you don't miss a loved one. This is a human trait to lie that one doesn't love the once loved anymore. Anyways, it's good to let out steam through the medium of poem like you have done, as too Loreli in her similar post.
Regards,