I assumed the persona of another woman,
became different women for you,
wore the cloak of inconsistence,
breathed the air of conspicuous lies,
embraced the faux smile of the other situation
and lost minuscule saplings of truth in me.
Stayed up most nights wondering where I was headed
Trying to be someone else even with titbits of adamancy.
Ignoring the voices in my head with askance
due to ignorance blindfolding my ability to prance
out of the realm of idiocy and abundant foolery.
Falling for you was losing my creativity
rendering the right hemisphere a path
to its biggest failure.
Desiccation welcomed a huge audience of sadness
hindering the functionality of my ventricles.
It then became a tête-à-tête between
my decrepit and neoteric self that
loving you was losing myself and it was
absolute inanity at its peak.
Nina is a wonderful poet who blogs here.
Throughout the month, I’d be posting contributions to a poem series titled – ‘These Are The Days of Our Lives‘.
Other guest writers are very welcome 🙂