It’s OpenLinkNight #255 at D’Verse, the pub for poets. This poem was shortened and bundled into a response to a Carrot Ranch challenge recently. Here it is on its own in its entirety.
Fatal Attraction
My beloved is an itch
always gets under my skin
I don’t really trust him
but I always let him in
My beloved is a liar
lies right through my veins
fills me with false promises
blinds me to my burning pain
My beloved wears a stained torn hoodie
pulled low over dark ringed eyes
plastic wrapped powdered cake
writes the lines of his white lies
Prince of liars, my hooded hero
tells me I’m his princess heroine
I love his lines— or so I say—
I lie too, just to get hooked up again
My beloved is a liar
and I suspend all disbelief
and do anything he tells me
just for those moments of relief
I don’t really believe the lies
my beloved and I share together
nor do I admit my life’s sad truth
that one day only I will lie forever
Family will lay me in my grave
they who’ve long since mourned
while my beloved spreads his lies to others
so read this and be warned.
This is such a dark poem… I read addiction wich can be true both for passion and poison…
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Yes, the narrator could be speaking to heroin directly or about the boyfriend who got her hooked on heroin.
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This makes me think a lot of addiction.
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Yep. That love affair often starts with boy meets girl, boy introduces girl to this most awesome high. What could go wrong?
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Is the lover heroin? That would make the poem even darker. Enjoyed the ride, and was saddened by the message.
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It is incredibly sad, but only because it’s true. The lover is heroin or the boyfriend that introduces it, or both.
Thank you for coming by.
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This sounds awful. Reminds me of a drug addiction. 😦
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I’m sorry, but that means the poem works, for it is about addiction and how addiction often comes guised as love.
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This is so poignant. I feel that the lover here is an addiction … which both feeds and destroys the soul …
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Yep. It’s the new relationship, the one family and friends fear.
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What an interesting poem you weave here finally revealing the truth!
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Finally? What can we do about this truth?
It is in every community- why? What are root causes?
I missed another funeral last weekend, for which I feel bad. And… I am wiped by funerals of young people.
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You would think that with all the information available people would get the message! Doesn’t seem to be that way…
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It’s not an easy message; what is the message? Good parents lose good kids to addiction. Good kids lose parents to addiction. What message? Just say “No!”?
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At first I thought the addiction was between the girl and the bad boyfriend, but at the end, when only she was buried, and he went on, did it seem like more. He could also be a serial killer. The drug problem explode when hope is lost. When our society is as hopeless as it is for so many, addictions of all sorts are epidemic. Heroin is one of the more quickly deadly, where others kill slowly over time.
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The narrator is addressing both, I think, the guy she uses with and the dope. They are all intertwined. It is a serial killer, a wide ranging, cold blooded killer with no particular preference for victims.
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There’s a powerful message in this poem.
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Thanks. Powerful and despairing.
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Wow! I almost feel gaslighted just reading this.The paradox of beloved and liar is great and I love how you show how confusing lies are and the white line powder kind that you lie about.
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Thank you. And thanks for a new term for me, ‘gaslighted’.
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Nice descriptive lines: “nor do I admit my life’s sad truth
that one day only I will lie forever”
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Thanks. The relationship is maintained by denial.
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