5.24.2010

Even Though

She sits in quiet,

Each morning it’s painful,

She’ll get ready to live

Even though she’d rather die.

She changes her look,

Each day, it’s different,

She’ll do it for the boys,

Even though she wants to cry.

She downs the drink,

Each night it’s the same.

She’ll move on for show,

Even though she’s alone.

She stares off at nothing,

Each second she’s with anyone,

She’ll think of him,

Even though he left her behind.

She wishes at 11:11,

Each dark sky she does

She’ll wish and has hope

Even though he’s with another.

She sees him with the other,

Each hour she does,

She’ll feel the knife twist,

Even though she’s worth more

She laughs at their jokes,

Each moment it’s a lie,

She’ll be a flirt,

Even though he’s her only thought

She pretends to be just a friend

Each time he writes to her,

She’ll think it’s better than nothing

Even though she deserves his love.

She smiles at others,

Each minute she’s in a crowd,

She’ll have a good time,

Even though there’s pain on the inside.

She will smile, pretend, laugh, see, wish, stare, downs, change and sit,

Each minute, time, moment, hour, dark, second, night, day and morning.

She’ll do it for you,

Even though you don’t deserve it.

Prada Knock Off

Prada Knock-off

A knock-off’s not hard to see,

Especially when it’s one of me.

A cheap version of what we had.

I’m not pretending,

I never lost it, like you did.

You know she’s not me,

And I’ll never meet my match

Because she’s just a Prada knock-off.

She misses you, she loves you.

A baby, all on her own.

Similar hair, similar life.

Yet she’s just a little lie.

There’s no length I won’t go,

I never lost it, like you did,

You know she’s not me,

And I’ll never meet my match

Because she’s just a Prada knock-off.

I know what you want,

Let’s face it, I know

You better than you.

Indications, hold it right there.

Grasp my hand,

Remember the touch,

A knock-off doesn’t come close.

I’ll bit my lip soon.

We’ve been through so much,

And though I’m gone

You linger in my thoughts.

Replace me, Retrace me,

But she’s just a Prada knock-off.