Love Thyself

Am I there? Am I obsessed with you?

You drift in and out of my life,

Your grin a caress

Your raised eyebrow a success

Of charm as you glance at other women

The blondes, the lithe, the bodies secreted

Into tiny shorts that show the wrinkles of buttocks

Not exercised, but you look and adore

While I sit, trying to be intelligent, a keeper,

At what cost? Feelings tossed, reduced

To stupidity of the one obsessed with a voice

A demeanor, oh, just the queen of stupidity

What idiocy. Back off. Stand up. Move away.

Move away. Move away. Love yourself. Hug yourself.

Be obsessed with yourself. Love thine own self.


end 8/16/2016

S. Darlington

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