Her beauty froze my mind,
but her lies shattered the background
of the waterfalls in the framed picture
we took together at homecoming.
She rode the waves of the sea
by luring me into buying her clothes,
paying her phone bills, I even bought
her lunch every day.
Lavish gifts came from the heart,
as she began to leave me at sea. Drowned by sorrow, I tried to grip the side
of the boat, fighting not to let go.
Submerged by the questions
of what was happening, I gasped for breath. I realized there was another guy in her picture. We were no longer the captain and co-captain.
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Our ship sank because I failed to steer
from the beginning. I was framed
by beauty. I was no longer able to touch
the waves. They swept over me.
Avoiding death I managed to swim
back to shore. Bitterness circulated through
my body. I stared down at the ground,
and I noticed the wetness
of a picture that was folded into
two halves displaying her on one side
and me on the other side with my arms
cut off. I walked away trembling,
and I tripped on the broken picture
frame. It was surrounded by the glass;
then I realized: I had been placed in
a picture where I was not supposed to be.
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