Born too early our love was jaundice
It’s remained sickly since
We left it out in the sun to heal
But when we came back in
Something was critically wrong
You were burnt and I was not
In a room all alone
You sought to recover
Vice after vice to cool the wounds
I was surrounded
In my radiant ivory perfect skin
By my moon and stars
They sparkle so
My eyes wide open, smiling
I’m enchanted
The one in gold at the masquerade
New bride
with my found glass slipper
You sly fox
You stirred this roost
You tarnished my snow white cheek
With blush
From a whispered “hello…
Remember us?”
Distracted and dizzy
I handed in my card
I glided in circles with you
Until I knew not night from day
Your sun from my moon
Runaway dreams
In my silly girlish way,
I stumbled and grabbed your mask
The sun froze and I sobered
You’re not mine.
You’re not him.
No.
This is fatal.
You’re my cancer.
I can’t keepsake you,
Lock you in my chest,
Save for a rainy day
How foolish
I’m done falling for tricks,
Believing my lies,
Ripping my heart
So hear my vow-
With this knife,
I thee depart.
Among other things, J 
I really like this one, as i have loved all of your poetry that i’ve seen thus far. I will say that it seems a bit dramatic and stereotypical in a way that makes it very obvious that this poem was written by a woman (for example, the sentiments about ‘you’re my cancer’ and ‘i’m done’), but then that is a poetic niche which is quite popular since it’s pretty much a statistical fact that more women read poetry than men do.
Having said that, i love it. So awesome that you branched out there to something a little longer and more emotional.
I always love your comments :) Makes sense for it to be dramatic in this case. I’m usually more abstract and clever but I wanted to try to channel some raw feminine pain.
Can’t seem to find the right words to compliment such a deep, beautiful poem
Aww thanks! Takes one to know one ;)
Well said