You are the first to be seen
after he walks through the door.
From that second on
I exist no more.
Granted he made the choice long before;
my tolerance is painfully thin.
I cannot compete with you;
you will definitely win.
Suggestions are made; a day of fun is the intention,
but then you come forth with a hissing sound.
Cracked open once again, the seal is broken
just like the promises when you are around.
You alter his personality,
until he gets to be difficult to take.
He is blind to the cunning of you;
of how you provoke heartache.
Physically drained from the stress you induce;
he must uncover his eyes and look at me.
If the day arrives when he has to decide
I wish that he will finally see.
An ultimatum might be a dreadful mistake;
it may be the only thing to do.
The hardest part is understanding
that every occasion, he chooses you.
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Author:
Judy C (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Oooooooooooooooh JUDY - such a sad poem - especially the closing line. "That on every occasion - he chooses you." In life and in love we all have choices to make and I have been the rejected one when the Lady had two (or more) choices. So I can emphasise with how you feel ! Even though it is a sad poem it has beautiful structure which adds dignity to the message. I love quatrains with a consistent rhyme patteren (xaxa xbxb etc) This give great rhythm and flow to the poem. Thanks for sharing - Yours BRIAN
Thank You! I appreciate your comments, Means a lot to me!
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