Love Poem: Sludge: An Update To Glitter
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Written by: Victoria Lucas

Sludge: An Update To Glitter

He looks down on me in his condescending way
    Without words, he pities me,
And without words, I accept                                                                             


He lives so thoughtlessly
   Lips searching for other pairs
Every word is loveless appeasement 
   And I, a desperate clinger


His motives are shaded
   Sly letters kept from my eyes
A symphony addressed to another woman
   And I, the bonne poire

He humors me with fake sentiments 
   Quieting me temporarily
Bereaved and alone
    I feel deprived


He’s tactless
    Walking with quiet arrogance
He who strings me along 
    I find it hard not to resent


His eyes dodge mine
   Shielding a passionless underbelly
I wonder how long he has loved her



                         Perhaps the less I know the better.