I find myself torn
Happy, yet also
Disappointed.
Hungry for love I succumb
Then I become
Angry
With myself
With the world that shaped me.
How did you see me
Before?
And now?
Am I really so different?
© Rosalie Miller 2006
I find myself torn
Happy, yet also
Disappointed.
Hungry for love I succumb
Then I become
Angry
With myself
With the world that shaped me.
How did you see me
Before?
And now?
Am I really so different?
© Rosalie Miller 2006
The ever-shrinking woman…
It makes me feel so shallow.
I worry
If I shrink much more
Will I become
Just the skin and bones
Of my vanity?
Will my satisfaction
Melt away?
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Such a skill
With awe we watch
And label you amazing.
The crowd
Your adoring fans
We draw closer
Trying to be near you.
Is it lonely where you are?
Does anyone
Ever look past the skill?
Does anyone
Want to see the man behind the magic?
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Surprised to find
I miss you,
So surprised.
What are you to me –
Just some forgotten fantasy?
Or so I thought.
© Rosalie Miller 2006