Red flags

emmalouise

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.

  • Author: emmalouise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2023 14:21
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  • David Wakeling

    Yet another failed relationship whinge.Why would anyone want to read that.Tedious

    • emmalouise

      Well, you did. Thank you šŸ™‚

    • Doggerel Dave

      Take this for what you might get out of it..... (good luck in the future)

      https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-160895

      • emmalouise

        Maybe Iā€™m wrong but I was under the assumption that poetry is a form of expression. Thatā€™s what Iā€™m doing. If itā€™s not what you want to read maybe scroll passed. I personally wouldnā€™t write a whole poem about poems I donā€™t like reading but you did and thatā€™s up to you. Have a great day, sir šŸ™‚

        • Doggerel Dave

          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...

        • L. B. Mek

          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 ā€œwelcome homeā€ banner.
          Your home was my heart, that you intended to shatter.

          Here, let me take those flags, Iā€™ll turn them into bunting.
          We can celebrate our happiness even if we are fronting.'

          'His hands around my throat is love, at least thatā€™s 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

          • emmalouise

            Thank you so much for taking the time to read and to comment. I appreciate you so much šŸ™‚ ā¤ļø thank you for your kind words. The world needs more kindness ā˜ŗļø

            • L. B. Mek

              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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