Lovers Beware II

Lovers Beware II | Nicole Mē   | Original Poetry | Original Spoken Word Poetry

real is one up on rizz

You make my romantic mood
Go down, down, down

I only yo-yoed
One, one time

I only did it
Cause you talked to a mirror
That was why,
A slim black-haired mirror

Cast your ego
Back at your broad shoulders

But my tears filled up
My nails' scratches

I only yo-yoed
One, one time

You make my romantic mood
Go down, down, down

I didn't even
Let out my plaits
He only got my
Faux leather pants

You always got
The real, real deal

Until you needed a hall of mirrors

You know what they say about
That fairground attraction
It tells you lies while it
Laughs at you
It isn't the way to get the truth

I could always tell you truth from dare

I only yo-yoed
One, one time

You make my mood
Go down, down, down
I think I'll yo-yo
One more time

Trip Switch

Sad to see you go? You could say so
But once there’s no more of your shadow
It’ll be peaches

I’ll open the blinds and the sun will shine

I’ll lick every inch of my body with my eyes

I’ll revel in the soft feel of my skin
And look again with lust at my reflection

Gone too, the twisted narrative
You freed me up
-
Your addiction was my trip switch

Lovers Beware II | Nicole Mē   | Original Poetry | Original Spoken Word Poetry

falling out of love

I believed a man who said he loved me with
acts of cruelty

And I still don't know who was
the crueler
- I or he

what does it take for sweet whispers to become war cries