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One small clue to why I'm upset?

You see this?
It's no question

It's an answer

You said love was possible

an impossibility occurred

with furs and hats

and shoes and lace

and so many battlefields scarred

that made earth somewhat chaste

you called me home

a cave to swallow me

these mirrors can mutate you

as they mutated me

you are not so innocent are you?

Why did you think that I couldn't observe?

Tell him to come out

Skeletons cannot remain in closets

you

know

A talk of high

A wedding dress symbolizes

a love that needs a wedding

sex can obtain some facts

for biological culturing

sex is served on a plate

can be cold-frozen

heated by a tongue

to eat

weddings can be more than a served plate

it can be dessert and appetizers too

No - I didn't get any labels wrong here

it's no necessity to explain

if I shot you there was a reason

there was no personal artifice to hold at the bay.

Tragic loves

I cooked this pie myself
you told me nothing

days go by

we don't say much

I dress in nice shirts

and welcome you home

you seem apathetic

my heart is but trying

to see you kiss

the other men

I acknowledge

is painful

But you will realize

that they lie in games

like mannequins

you dress

to pretend

sovereign

Sorrows Of One Who

Those nuzzling beaks

a vulture's crime

to steal something

that was once mine

Those prying hands

a pickpocket's aim

to breathe life

from whence I gain

Those slender fingers

meant to undress

a resolution

that was not to break

those words

are clutching

a soul

broken

I count some pennies

a bus moves

nearby a tree

is growling

A new house

an exquisite staircase

a bed

to be a martyr again

Varied Things

It was like a mitosis
that had a slender frame

a glass exhibitionist

beckoning to touch

Sin tastes good in the mouth

a fulfillment of the belly

a disease of the spasmodic soul
I was littered

a grain in the field

a powder on the cheek

lights on the bulb

electric skin

eeled heart

mouth waters

cherries plucked

dust unwavering

water

it all makes a thin net

breaking like fog

all rhapsodies

a shadow listens

to

these

writing

in stains

in eyes

in souls

in earth

quenched by all

that

dies

A Thicker Blood

No one wonders about it
Those scars that open

slightly as a diary pages

with some

ink

reading

out

daily

verses

crimes/copulations

of all the

universes

No one wonders

why he held that near him

a shredded piece of

diary entry

like a lover's hair

poignant

memory

No one wonders

why she held the poems

baptized by them

no one wondered

Ah, a scar is a feather bourne on skin

born lucky to be torn in death

faded only if skin succumbs/dominates

with a tempest cycle

Ah, a shredded page

bleeds nothing

it's so illusionary

Ah, a poem

words of no usage

Ah, a bone

no longer skeletal

fossilized

a fuel-matter

Ah, a soul knocking

I can hear

but doors are closed.

Too lazy to unveil that vale.

Nobody

He was a nobody
Need I say more?

It's not like I cared

He was a nobody
a body to savour

as an entertainment-mirage

He was a nobody
my husband loved better
was wealthier

He was a nobody
I stayed at home

and he came over

He was a nobody
I stated it before

out loud when my husband slept

He was a nobody
he bought me stuff

while my husband never gave the time

He was a nobody
I could see him declare

a love that was false as well

He was a nobody
my husband hit me
as if I were wrong?

He was a nobody
he took me in

like I gave a damn

He was a nobody
nobody blames him

but all fingers are pointed at me

So if he was nobody why should it matter?
How can others think he's better, why is he better off than me?