You came to me that afternoon,
and you looked so sweet.
But who was I to know, that it would end in sheer defeat.
My love for you blossoming,
with yours in full retreat.
How could I have failed like this?
A man so pure and sweet.
You were the fool who took me in,
mislead by my charming critique.
Though all I was, was, a man drowning in his own deceit.
Your perfect elegant charm,
Your perfect physique.
your knowledge of the bible of words cut me-
With a double edged dagger of envy and sheer admiration.
We both waded in way to deep.
I didn’t have to lie to you,
I didn’t have to cheat.
The failure was all mine, which I’ll always have to keep.
Its been a while now, I’m getting better at sleep.
The memory of you though, is still rooted deep.
Since our last day- trying to to shed that stain of defeat.
I hope one day, that you can reap
my lesson of defeat,
and find peace in this world of deceit.
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Author:
JoshBrier (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for anyone who has experienced the loss of a lover. Because of one’s own shortcomings.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Finding peace in a deceitful world, that is the trick! Fun read on a seriously important subject matter. Loss is gain but not immediately. Let the healing ❤️🩹 begin. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for your comment. Liked that you noticed my point of healing and growing from a personal defeat!
Josh 😀
We all gotta move on and it’s never the easiest on our to do list. Good thing poetry is on the horizon to accompany us along the way. It’s a very personal grieving process but a shared grief nonetheless. /Rik.
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