Rebound


I pity her.

I pity her
because I know exactly
what her life will soon be like.

Right now,
she's his salvation.
Right now,
she is the only one
who understands,
who cares,
who can make a difference.

How much you wanna bet
that he's told her
that she has been more to him
in X months,
than I was in X years?
I bet he's told that
to anyone who will listen.

Right now,
he is delirious with relief.
Because right now,
he can run from himself a little longer.

But soon enough,
she will be too chubby.
She will need to watch every single thing she eats,
and exercise obssessively
if she is to keep him attracted to her.

There will be something questionable
with the way she dresses,
her friends,
her habits,
her relationship with her family.

Her opinions will be wrong,
her dreams, threatening.
She will have to change everything,
because, as he will tell her,
that's what you do for someone you love.

Poor girl is unaware
of the mind-fucking, heart-breaking shit
whose crash into her now-blissful life
is imminent.

Because he will inevitably fuck up again.
Image Copyright DC Comics 1979
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