i never liked the way she acted
when she'd pull the blinds closed
and lie on the couch.
she'd groan
and grumble,
her words slurring and
her eyes dull.
but i'd just sit in the corner,
and admire her red lipstick
and think of how
lucky
i was.
YOU ARE READING
but a dream
Poetrythe tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.