Plastic Smile

A smile made

Of plaster, 

Heralding a


Pasted over 

An empty 

Stare, hiding

The derision and 

Scorn that

Burns and rages 

At the 


Questions and 




This battle has

Long been fought

between us, o'er


That you have


For when you have

Gone, another

Takes your place. 

I see your face

In every query

And demand.


Oh, just go home,

Already, you have

Done enough here.

You don't want this

To continue 

Anymore than I.


There's a twisted 

Kind of pleasure 

In the repetition of

A terrible thing.

When you leave,

I treasure the


Your retreating back


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Arguments aren't fun.

nightlight1220's picture

Change is the only constant

Change is the only constant in life, and when that fact is resisted...humans enjoy getting the lead out. How they do it is their choice. Blame and nit picking always has it's allure...but it is really not the easy way out. 


We're all prone to being gluttons for punishment.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


DesertDreamer's picture

It's brilliant! Reminds me

It's brilliant! Reminds me back when I was experimenting and had a boyfriend. We argued all the time.

~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~