Blue Lenses

You denied who I am so easily

How could you fall in love with me?

From my point of view, it wasn’t that feeling

Just blue reflection on my thick lenses

Distorting the image

You were never my kind of guy

Yet you tried so very hard

When I discovered your schemes

It was the worst horror to face them

That you could go to great lengths

To desire me, no matter the cost

That’s why I tried to avoid

Crisscrossing your

Crooked mind

Cos meeting you was a mistake

Of nature, I suppose

Neglecting your wife, so she reciprocated

And things were never the same again when

You tried to get what was yours

I’ve never been in the range

Of your grabby arms

Now I know why your dastard response

Dabbed my face, heart, and hands

With all the muck you could have produced –

To get her out of your head

In a dither about where my position

Should be in your life

Among your parents, uncles, aunts

Grandmother and daughter

Depraved to the guts

Because of you, no doubt

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September 2022

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