Eye for an I

I'm irrational;

I make you

Only to break you,

Shake you down...

Inflate you

Only to hate what I start.

I'm the poison dart

Cupid mistakenly fires.

I'm love in marriage;

Lasting long enough to satisfy

Until the first miscarriage

When you find out

It's just not my style

To stick around.

I'm a hole in your ground,

The noise in your sound,

The missing sequin

In your gown collection.

I'm the accident at the intersection

Of Love and Truth.

You're the skid mark created.

I'm not good enough

For a complete reading;

A book

With only odd pages

And you'll never get even

With me.

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Jessica R's picture

I love that last stanza. So creative!