Why.
A man comes into my life…..he gives me the world…..the way he feels the world is supposed to be given to a woman he “cares” for. I took the world you gave me.
I took the warmth and happiness that came with it. I came into your life….I gave you the world….the way I felt the world is supposed to be given. You accepted it. The love, the warmth, the nurturing. You took it all.
Then you got bored….you became dry….even cruel and empty. You became ghostly. So I tried harder. You began to tell me if anything were to happen between us you would never have anything bad to say about me….so you knew we wouldn’t make it. A man that truly loves a woman would never say anything like that because he would see her in his future.
I tried….I tried to love you until there was nothing left to love. I succeeded at that. You came back after you left me the first time…..and tore me even deeper. 5 months later you replaced me like I meant nothing for the last 2 years. And you gave her something I wanted from you for years. So easily. I feel anger, confusion, sadness, irritation……but I know it will all fade away with time. Even though my heart cries. I simply wish you both the best….because I am a good hurt person.
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I knew someone who replied 'Why' to every question or statement I made. it got very silly, and made no sense in some cases. I thought: 'You're a doughnut (idiot)!' lol.
Hmmm? Lol? Well I hope you enjoyed the poem.
Yes, good write C.
'he gives me the world'
(try to imagine, anyone in your life
at any time, as being
merely, 'a flavour' or 'ingredient'
of the world
you're cooking for yourself
assume, every experience
be it good or negative
as just a sipped taste
of that perfect dish, you're
aspiring to realise..
hence
as mere flavour's and ingredient's
those that pass through your life
may effect your dish
as salty or sweet
but, it is till
your dish, your world
equip yourself with the skills
to find that rounded balance
in your dish/world
add a little more water/tears
if needed
or a spoon full of laughter's/sugar
to counter that sour
and little by little, you'll realise
that taste of your world
won't be so easily effected, by those
passing through
only those, meaningful flavours
and ingredients
that stick around, and simmer
by your side
for a time
will have a chance to ADD
to your world's, depth of taste)
lol
or something like that
forgive me
I get carried away sometimes
try to imagine I meant well..
stay strong!
'know thy self
to be worthy
of the very best
in life'
Thank you so much. That was beautiful.
If a man is lead by his little head
It will ultimately bring shame.
The price they pay to have their way
And spreading so much pain.
Yes you are so right. I know everything will work out for me. I will get through this season ✨ Thank you so much✨
That hit me on several levels. First was an empathy for YOU, I felt his unfairness, o felt your authenticity and sadly , it hurt me inside when your extra effort to save, to rebuild what you was viable and tangible and within your dreams not as fantasy but as real tactile, you held it and who wouldn’t put that extra in that trying not to let desperate show while trying to reawaken , ignoring what you knew, it was not your control it was now a wish a hope and someone who was already being a shit had the last WORD. that’s the part that cut into me , cuz I was guessing passive cruelty w plausible deniability was potentially his Modus OPERANDI. I hated that for you. I’m not even knowing you for a moment and yet I REALLY HATED he took that fucking trip and had his ego fed with no regard for the humanity or decency I’m so certain you deserved. I’m gonna suggest a theory or scenario that fits that display of arrogance he propagated. He is a coward. Somebody who wanted to live up to the level of dignity and “ REAL”
THat you brought but he knew he was an impostor and feared he would be exposed and he knew he couldn’t live up to what he knew now was the fictional self he let you believe was about to blow up , about to fail and also he needed to be with that lesser being that partner he knew was beneath him that pattern that he could be his slum living self and only then could he react without that fear of his self loathing becoming displayed Full View to The Whole world.
You have my very best thoughts and I share your heart ache but please know he never was really in the game. Phonies are in this world and they are cruelly dispassionate and selfish. I hope you heal.
Thank you so much. I’m so happy you enjoyed my poem and felt every word I wrote. I am healing one day at a time.
Nice
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