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Acrophobia
April 16, 2016
late night conversations
made me hate myself
a little less
feigned concern
did you even know me
just a pretty face
all I ever was
arrest me – I’m different
you never bothered
to read between the lines
run away, evaporate
give up on a lost cause
you always hated perfection
come back
consume me
she’s easier
of course you’d settle
Karma’s an inferiority complex
I don’t know who I am
but I’m not afraid of heights
© Lauren M., Scotch Plains, NJ
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Although jumbled and somewhat of a random arrangement, this poem is meant to convey the confusion and consistently shifting tangent of thoughts that come with the loss of love and the feeling of being replaced. At the same time, though, the poem serves as a glimmer of hope for those who remain convinced of their value and self-worth.