The Curse Of The Ages by Mike Meraz

get ready for heartbreak
cause here she comes
bending down
ordering a sandwich
leaning over a shopping cart
glancing to the left
glancing to the right
all those wonderful things she does
(how can any girl be that pretty?)
I stand pretending not to care
I have seen her before
and her smile made my last four years
but now it’s just plain cruel
for that is all she gives me
or will ever give me
I wave hoping to get her attention
"how are you?" I say
"good" she replies as she glances away
(polite disinterest)
I walk away hating she is not mine
but some other guys
who is probably as comfortable around her
as he is with his own mother
but as for me
my heart is caught in my throat
all the blood in my body
is holding a five minute meeting in my face
there is nothing I can do about it.

the curse of the ages:

wanting something so much
it makes you unable to have it.

5 comments:

FrostingandFire said...

I really like this; an image and feeling I really understand.

Richard Kovitch said...

I love this poem - I think it would work as a Lou Reed-style lyric too....and I know the situation far too well. Desire is indeed Hell.

angel of lust said...

Mike! You astonish me every time! with your choice of simple words that can describe such sophisticated situations!!
"but as for me
my heart is caught in my throat
all the blood in my body
is holding a five minute meeting in my face
there is nothing I can do about it." I love this part!!!!
All the best dear
x

Wolfgang Carstens said...

excellent!!

Karen said...

"wanting something so much
it makes you unable to have it"
yep i know this curse...
wonderfully visual and heart wrenching write.

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