prisoner of war

I had just learned how to make you
a memory
your porcelain skin perfect
like a statue in an old catholic church
your eyes
big and beautiful
teasing the world with an unintentional
lust
your voice soft like a comfort
I have never known
sitting under a moon'
that must have held you in its wonder
as I did that night
days passed
and I held on to you
so tightly
like a blanket
spending my every thought
on the desire
to have you in my arms
but I couldnt have you
and I had to make that peace
slowly
then I walk up those
oh so framiliar stairs
and there you are
sitting next to him
like a prisonor of war
your skin stained with a sunless tanner
that makes you look radioactive
your eyes covered
with the latest gaudy sunglasses
that make every woman look like a human fly
your beautiful voice mute
afraid to sound intelligent
and your hair a clone of every slave
to populair culture
you avoid eye contact with me
to make him feel confidient
and in control
and I think to myself
you are a living tragety
but what a beautiful memory
youll be