From the moment our eyes met, I was yours.
I loved you deeply, even your cracks, even your flaws.
But none of it was real, you deserve a round of applause.
A standing ovation, celebration that you have caused.
The holes in my heart bleed out the colour red,
The colour of your flags that I was blind to instead.
I welcomed your flags like a “welcome home” banner.
Your home was my heart, that you intended to shatter.
Here, let me take those flags, I’ll turn them into bunting.
We can celebrate our happiness even if we are fronting.
Let’s just pretend, there’s no alcohol, no shouting and even no punching
Theres no bruises or name calling, no controlling or insulting.
Just us happy, underneath our red bunting.
Oh, look, another red flag, I’ll use as a plaster.
To hide the bruises and cuts that obviously I asked for.
It was all my fault anyway, I need to be quiet more.
His hands around my throat is love, at least that’s what I thought.
My independence scared you, as you had none of your own.
To look at, no one saw the scared little boy to insecure to be alone.
But you cut and scraped until there was nothing left but bone,
So you could reprogram me, myself, I then disown.
You’ve taken every colour from me, apart from the red flags covering me.
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Yet another failed relationship whinge.Why would anyone want to read that.Tedious
Well, you did. Thank you š
Take this for what you might get out of it..... (good luck in the future)
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-160895
Maybe Iām wrong but I was under the assumption that poetry is a form of expression. Thatās what Iām doing. If itās not what you want to read maybe scroll passed. I personally wouldnāt write a whole poem about poems I donāt like reading but you did and thatās up to you. Have a great day, sir š
Good for you I'm pretty sure you will be a force to be reckoned with on this site.
However, I won't know if I want to read until I have! By then it's too late.
But poetry speaks of experiences in the world...and it seemed to me that too many women were experiencing bad relationships. I merely attempted to have a conversation about why that might be...
what a study in our self-deluding
human condition
we're all so eager to belong, to share
this solitary life thing, we experience
(without a guide or playbook)
with another, that often we invest
so much energy
in just trying to ignore all those read flags
so evidently clear, from that very first encounter:
'I welcomed your flags like a āwelcome homeā banner.
Your home was my heart, that you intended to shatter.
Here, let me take those flags, Iāll turn them into bunting.
We can celebrate our happiness even if we are fronting.'
'His hands around my throat is love, at least thatās what I thought.
My independence scared you, as you had none of your own.'
(so many memorable lines
More power to you! dear Poet
and please, try to ignore 'the noise'
see
for some literary ambition
is an affirmation of their defunct intellect
and so to massage their ego's
they go around trying to bully
people on poetry sites
assuming, they're easy targets
for their keyboard warrior spineless existence
simply because
we dare to share our feelings and thoughts, boldly..
glad to see your shut them down
but I think most here at MPS
are generally more inclusive
and have a genuine zeal
for encouraging people)
stay strong!
the right one will come along
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and to comment. I appreciate you so much š ā¤ļø thank you for your kind words. The world needs more kindness āŗļø
so true
I think, at this point
we'll all settle for a little consideration and decency;
at least a few of us have a few people and poesy
to turn to, 'our little corner of mercy'
amongst the onslaut of life's incessant strife...
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