Analysis of Confessions of a Former Fuckgirl
You walk in and scan the crowd.
The vibe is good, the music’s loud.
From his lap, I smile at you.
You wonder, what did she just do?
Guys and girls intermingle,
But surely that one isn’t single.
Eyes meet again, and still I smile.
You grin back. It’s been a while.
He’s with friends, so I find new,
Making sure the best is you.
Sit beside and start to talk,
Line between us drawn of chalk.
Come night’s end we’ve shared a lot,
And so begins our story’s plot,
Destined for a bitter end
As we vow to meet again.
Skip ahead a little bit,
We’ve found we’re a perfect fit.
Nothing’s ever felt much better
Than the time we spend together.
But we know that we’re in deep.
You’re a secret I still keep
From the one I claim to love
But always put myself above.
He’s still there, that noble wall
Of bricks I don’t respect at all.
Stealthily, I slip them out,
Leaving little room for doubt.
I mask deception with a kiss
So ignorance can be his bliss.
If guilt calls, I shove it down.
It’s a game; no need to drown.
You and me, this isn’t wrong.
We’ve been “just friends” all along.
We’ll never cross that chalky line,
Though it’s faded, but that’s fine.
So I proceed with charm and wit
To live the lie, I’m full of shit.
I make you think you matter most,
Knowing soon you’ll be a ghost.
As for you, how do you feel?
You’re alive. It’s been so real.
But there’s one thing in the way
That cuts you deeper every day.
You ask me to make the choice:
Align my feelings with my voice,
And speak the words he needs to hear,
That I no longer hold him dear.
So I stall, not quite ready
To leave the rapids for the eddy
And tell you that you’re just confused,
That I never intend to choose.
I’d rather save that for the end,
When I confirm you’re just a friend,
And that is all you’ll ever be;
I still need him, selfishly.
But you’re proud, so you persist.
Be transparent, you insist.
You need to know just where you stand.
Frustrated, you drop my hand.
Now I know that this is it.
You’ve seen through me, time to quit.
You say you need to sever ties,
Through with all my games and lies.
I have nothing left to say.
I know you’re better off this way.
But as you leave, I start to cry.
You turn around and ask me why
I think that I deserve the right,
When I’ll be fucking him tonight.
Knowing best to say no more,
I watch you go and slam the door.
Now you’re gone, and I am broken
From the truth I left unspoken:
The “friendship” label was a bluff.
I fell for you, just not enough.
But my pain, it shall not last,
For in due time, I will move past
This breakup from what never was,
And find a new you, just because.
Scheme | AABB CCDD BBXX EEFX GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN OOPP GGQQ RRSS TTXX UUXX FFUC VVWW GGXX SSYY ZZ1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 XX |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (70%) Etheree (36%) |
Metre | 1100101 01110101 1111111 11011111 101010 11011110 11010111 1111101 1111111 1010111 1010111 1011111 1111101 01011011 1010101 1111101 1010101 1100011 10101110 10111010 1111001 1010111 1011111 111101 1111101 11110111 11111 1010111 11010101 11001111 1111111 1011111 101111 1111101 1101111 1110111 11011101 11011111 11111101 1011101 1111111 1011111 1111001 111101001 1111101 01110111 01011111 11110111 1111110 110101010 01111101 11100111 11011101 11011101 01111101 11111 1111101 1010101 11111111 101111 1111111 1111111 11111101 1111101 1110111 11110111 11111111 11010111 11110101 11110101 1011111 11110101 11101110 10111010 01010101 11111101 1111111 10111111 1111101 01011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,588 |
Words | 515 |
Sentences | 47 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 80 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 97 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on March 27, 2021
Modified on April 30, 2023
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