Writing Prompt #128 “Collage 8″ – The Lush


I thought I loved you

Thought the sun shone out your bum

But underneath it all

You were nothing but a lush.

It was the bottles I found

Stashed behind the bedhead

That gave me reason

To question your sobriety.

You lulled me with promises of starlight nights

Of exotic ports and places

Where dreams would be fulfilled

Every desire met and realised.

And me in rose coloured glasses

Blind to the reality around me

Plunged hopelessly, completely in love

With what turned out to be a surface apparition.

Your drunken advances, simplicity of character

When I searched for your soul

Found nothing but beige, featureless prattle

That sounded a lot meaning nothing.

Finally your superficiality

Born out in trinkets and cheap bling

To impress me of your worldliness

Was as artificial as your very soul.

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/writing-prompt-128-collage-8%E2%80%B3/

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15 Responses to Writing Prompt #128 “Collage 8″ – The Lush

  1. The shattering of illusions, one of the most devastating aspects of youth really. We are so vulnerable when falling in love. Well-expressed!

  2. how naive we could be when we’re in love. good thing it wasn’t too late for him. Well-penned, Michael 🙂

  3. The shattering of illusions, as Yves says, is shattering. This speaks to it well.

  4. The Real Cie says:

    I’ve fallen for more than one who seemed to be such a thing of beauty on the outside, but on the inside was not just beige, but a sucking black hole of emotional devastation.
    I’m not talking about physical appearance when I say “thing of beauty.” I mean someone who seems so incredibly charismatic, amazing personality, but really it’s all for show. There was one that I made the mistake of going back to some 24 years after he broke my heart the first time, thinking that this time maybe he had become what I believed he had the potential to be.
    The outcome was the same as it was the first time. I suppose I really shouldn’t have been surprise to end up with my heart undone yet again. As they say, a leopard doesn’t change its spots.

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  5. J Lapis says:

    Oh my my my–yes, “shattering of illusions”, I agree–I can hear the tinkling-crash…

  6. Bastet says:

    Wow ..what a devastating portrait – and yet in another form and different ivces I’ve seen that face portrayed … and how sad it was when the mask finally fell.

  7. clothespeggedpat says:

    This has such a melancholic and somehow lyrical feeling to it – as I read the piece over and over again – the sadness yet acceptance of what was … has passed …. speaks so powerfully for the soul search so many are trying to find.

    Well penned Michael 🙂

  8. Oliana says:

    Beige is the key work here for me. I often said Toronto, (where I lived 13 years) used to be beige 30+ years ago but now it has vibrant colours due to the multicultures but alone…without this richness…beige it is.

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