Petulance
It was just yesterday
When the boy I'd grown to love
Told me, with obliviousness inherent to men,
That his dreams came true,
And killed my fantasies when they did.
I, like many strong women before me,
Did the expected thing- I froze and shook,
And I choked out a non-committal response
Before showing him the door,
Only to crumple to the floor against it,
Wondering if this was my just desserts
For being so jaded all this while.
Oh, I sulked for the whole day,
And shed all the tears I could spare
While he, wrapped in his cocoon of bliss,
Stayed ignorant to the havoc he wreaked.
I gave myself the whole of yesterday
To be a petulant child denied her satisfaction.
Today was different- I painted a smile,
And set about to celebrate a friend's success.
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