Daisy Gatsby-Buchanan
This wasn't the first time I had caught an officer's attention
What was I to think he would be any different?
Jay Gatsby, the devil himself
1917, a year I'll never forget, the halcyon days
We sang. We danced.
We fell in love. We promised…Oversimplified
He left. I cried, fearing our love had died
For " the best thing in the world a girl can be
Is a beautiful little fool "
One long year. A gloomy marriage.
A forced love.
I thought I had it all,
The husband. The honeymoon.
Pammy. Happiness.
But things began to change.
Affair, after affair.
Night, after night.
I began not to care.
Growing ever so pessimistic
I began to love our way of life,
Not the husband.
From Chicago,
To France,
To Long Island.
It was the same story every time
Wild parties,
the young and the rich
and me refusing to take even a single sip
Somehow, even with the endless
Temptations, and the affairs
He said he still loved me.
To that I laughed and called
Nonsense. He didn't cherish me,
He didn't adore me,
He didn't respect me.
So there I sat, everyday
Expecting the worst to come my way
Four more years later
A rockier marriage than ever before
I continued to put a smile on my face
I continued to play the happy wife
the young, nieve,
Damsel in distress.
I didn't need saving,
Nor did I want it.
But yet I stayed.
A tea party with a long lost friend,
Who would've thought right?
From around the corner came
Jay Gatsby.
My heart shattered, feeling as if
The last five years were a lie
My whole world had came crashing.
And this is where it all began,
All thanks to Gatsby's crazy plan.
I had feared that what we called love
Was purely based on lust,
Status, and wealth.
But Gatsby was equally as rich,
There was no way.
I had this argument with myself,
Seemingly everyday.
" Tell Tom you never loved him ",
Gatsby would say, but even to this day,
I could not bring myself to say I felt that way.
I saw Gatsby's true colors later that day,
A conversation gone sour,
A situation that had escalated
" Start on home...In Mr. Gatsby's car "
Tom said.
So home we drove, not a word to be said.
Crash. Bump. Thump. She was hit.
There in the road laid dead
Myrtle Wilson.
The whore who was sleeping with my husband.
I laughed. So what? She had gotten what she deserved.
I began to feel a rush, I felt empowered
I had realized that now was the time.
I would leave Tom.
We had fallen out of love,
Or perhaps there was never love to begin with
Straight to hell is where I was going.
I had a one way ticket,
With the devil right by my side.
I was in for a long ride.
Gatsby had left his mark on me,
Every touch,
Every kiss,
Every word.
He was changing me
And that is what I did not understand.
Love is a crazy thing
And he got what he wanted
He had the money,
The status,
The power,
The Girl.
Again I had fallen
Straight into his hands,
Into his trap,
And he had no intentions of letting me go,
Ever again
