I was the girl who cried
wolf
Over and over until I didn’t
believe myself either.

I was a Gerbera Daisy,
In a field full
of Casa Blanca Lilies
each one older,
wiser,
more experienced than I.

When I was younger,
I created
an image of love.

A husband,
tall as a tree,
an Iris.
dark,
as a midnight sky,
without the moon.
One of a kind.

A big house,
Yellow as the sun,

Two lovely flowers,
Both
Calla lilies,

And everybody is happy.
But
was she happy?

The lady I painted in my imagination
was doing nothing but,
birthing seeds
and nurturing flowers.

Life was speeding past her
how race cars speed around the track.

Do I really want to be that lady?
Caught in a web of deceit.
Listening,
to all the lies
this man has fed me,

Over and over aging,
I am so full of his lies,
I am obese.

He must love me,
All the times I broke my stem for him,
All the sunlight I give up for him,
All the leaves I let fall for him.

Turns out he didn’t love me,
He never did,

I was sashaying around town,
Thinking I was better than all the rest
Yet,
I was just like every other young girl,

Thinking I was loved by a man.

That man didn’t even love me back.