Mr. Darcy (He ignores us)

He ignores us or has ignorance of our

gorging hearts he talks to the same

woman and says the same things over

and over every waiter looks

like him we slouch on couches ready for

redlining there are red lions in all

of our dreams they spew out reams

of paper poems to her

when will it be our turn when are we

supposed to move on to another

town and wait in our gowns for another

man we pick lines from

a tree to make wine and drink his words

while we wait to see if we can get

into his heart for free we wait all night

even the stars abuse us like

bouncers with their winking pretending we

have a chance of getting in when

I smell my hands in the morning they

will smell used the opposite

of used must be amused we knew he could

never love anyone else but her

she is just a character still she will

always be better