Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening by Valerie Parente

I should have known you were a total creep
when you declared “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”
and we had only been talking for one day that week
when you tried to parade around my anatomy.

Truthfully, I knew something was awry
though I told myself I’m just not used to nice guys
but nice isn’t profuse compliments one, two, twenty times
nice is giving a girl a chance to make up her own mind.

There is such profound violation
in having my time knowingly wasted
and I am far from complacent
to your attempts at emotional manipulation.

Damn right, I take it personally
that you had the nerve to try to corner me
but it took five seconds for me to formally
recognize you only act on insecurity.

My gut told me you were too good to be true
and at the time I didn’t want to be shrewd
but I hope your awakening is quite rude
because I don’t take kindly to being fooled.

This was a very rude awakening of mine;
a lesson that you can’t manifest a “dream guy”
because dreams are meant for closed eyes
and a girl needs to be awake at all times.

– Valerie Parente (5-3-2024)

Bombs Away!


Bombs Away! by Valerie Parente

So much praise right away
an affair of love bombing
and I knew better
than to go all in.

Lit up in a flash
like a stick of dynamite
set off, and set up,
designed for sparks to fly.

Spontaneous combustion
the kind that gives you whiplash
shame on me for being surprised
that it fizzled out just as fast.

Now that the smoke has cleared
there’s nothing left
but a gaping space
in the shape of foolishness.

I thought I knew better than to trust
when men declare, “Bombs Away!”
so why am I confused
that it blew up in my face?

– Valerie Parente (2-22-2024)