One
He calls her, again
To test what he
Can make her do.
Again, she jumps.
She knows he feels from
A different page
She is on love....he is on want.
As always, the awful difference is felt
Through the misgivings
Of the giver,
Not the taker.
She doesn't care!
Why does she keep giving herself up
Like a slow seal to a white pointer?
Soon, he will be done with her
And there will be nothing left,
For her 'One'
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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