I am fallen into the shallowness of spirit,
as one slips into a coma,
shock and trauma rock like tsunami waves.
Each a threat in itself,
but all one whole.
You've twisted logic till I can to be blame.
No longer the girl you love,
no longer beautiful and bold,
but blame
Five foot tall blame.
You amuse me still.
Facts ran rampant over your body,
your wax effigy of a real man.
So many fooled, yet I never told.
And then with a vibration,
I knew, all too late,
that i was damned.
I had shifted from the weightily poet,
to the flirty vapid girl.
I never wanted to be a girl,
let alone your girl.
I would rather be the ocean.
Not the speck watching the ocean come up on me.
I ramble, I rage, I rant, and I rave,
But not of this will do us any good.
And like a tsunami my anger soon fades,
leaving nothing but gray skies,
and the landmarks of what depth I used to have.
