This poem seems weak after just reading "Summer Footprints." But that's only because that poem is Oscar-worthy (that is if they GAVE Oscars for poetry).

The second stanza is my favorite. The last stanza is also very good.

I saw a reviewer use the word "raw" in their review. I couldn't think of a more perfect word to describe your poetry. All of your work is very raw, which makes it seem very real and honest. You're not afraid to tell the truth, even if you have to get dirty in the process. I applaud you for that. You've got balls (figuratively speaking, of course).

Not your best poem, but still pretty good.

ah, this is beautiful. lovely progression, the ending stanza is perfection in every word.

"her see-through topand c-sized cupsthrust into his greedyeyes make thevodka in my throatturn to rust withdisgust"

that's really gorgeous, really evocative...i wish i could fave this!

"bridsemaid and made" has a nice ring to it too.

but the best bit is the last stanza, it's gorgeous. "words he dropped" "looked at me / (not her) / like that." ah i love it!

this is gorgeous. and i can relate to this one too. next time i log on i'll add u to my fave authors :D gorgeous. love the last stanza. wonderful.

oh wow.. this is amazing. I love it so much. Especcially the last verse, that just draws everything together. Beautiful.

this is so filled with pain. im sorry this took forever to review. . .

Fabulous! Nothing else to say.

Wow, this whole poem is so raw and powerful. Everything is so visual, and the words you chose show that bitter jealousy perfectly. Wonderful. I'd give examples of what I liked, but then I'd just be quoting the entire thing. I loved it. Keep writing! :)

my happiness is a ghostthat sounds likewords he droppedinto my lapwhen he looked at me(not her)like that.

i've never heard jealousy described so vividly. great write.

I like this... very sad yet sarcastic at the same time.. awesome piece

As usual, you capture emotion and spin it to your tune in a way that pins the image to my eyelids. You always give neough to let the reader know what you meant, but leave enough so that they can twist the rest to fit what they want. The girl here could be in love with eiher of the others, or neither. It could be simply a very jealous friendship, anything. God i love your writing...

Wow... I especially love the ending... but the whole thing is amazing, the emotions are so strong and biting.

"make the vodka in my throat turn to rust with disgust" Fan-**-tastic line. Unbelivable in it's raw perfection.

"Ill hold her dress bridesmaid and made to only ever be the second best(friend)" Really like the second best friend part. Just amazing.

Great, great, great work. Never stop writing.

Gorgeous. The last two stanzas were definately the best. (the hole sequin thing had me going pretty-eyed.) Nice job.

-pictographic.love

"wound tight and spiked with vomit flecks..." All of this just cast such strong images. Really good work...

Your imagery is absolutely amazing. "vodka in my throat turn to rust". Wow. The way you work with double meanings through these bracketed words is also a really good idea. Great poem, especially the last stanza.

my happiness is a ghost that sounds like words he dropped into my lap when he looked at me (not her) like that.

such a great closing stanza. & the first two lines of the second stanza made me smile. heart it to pieces.