I must be sick in the head
I know what he is
and it is not a man who loves me.
He has misled and misdirected me forever.
I had no idea what was going on.
And now I know.
I know his place shouts "Look how great I am!"
His plaques, his awards, his trophies
Even his art work - some of which is quite good -
Line his walls
And no other art work is permitted.
Posters, maps of places he's been
An occasional postcard with a pretty picture on it
But only his work on display.
No soul, he put everything in niches
- including his women and friends,
and rarely do the niches mix or mingle.
Oh that I understood,
He was a niche in my life too
But his niche was much bigger than mine.
High intelligence, athletic build still at his age
Most impressive resume
A "BMOC" (big man on campus)
I should have known better.
So charming and yet so centered on himself.
I knew why he attracted me.
I always wanted a BMOC and now I could have one.
Or so I thought.
I was so wrong and yet I knew.
He is not capable of love - or refuses to love -
And I knew it.
I actually thought he did love me and tried to prove it to him.
Or so I thought.
I was so wrong and yet I now know but
I still love.
Am I sick in the head?
- Author: anoldwoman ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2017 01:35
- Category: Unclassified
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