Tag: poem

the girl that got away

It’s funny how you would even consider

Being better does not have to make me bitter

Just irritated that you would think

You’d ever have it better than me

Thought that if you had one

Then you could have two

But I’m a whole lotta woman

And you bit off more than you could chew

Looking over there thinking you could find

A love so pure and true I’d call you mine

Knowing I know you like you know yourself

Without the ancillaries

And the cards you were dealt

Now you see that I see you

It’s funny how you’d considered

Me choosing you

unforgettable

what a wild trip around the sun

when i began this adventure

the goal was singular

to satisfy my appetite

many lessons learned

i cringe when thinking about the burn

never had this stage of life

throwing caution to the wind and taking flight

who knew this cliff could be so high

now addicted to the thrill knowing i survived

how again will i cheat death

gale force winds to take my breath

to kiss you once again

feel the softness of your skin

roll over with laughter

as we dance in the livingroom

hips rolling, vibes flowing

light the green

set the scene

another round of you and me

i wonder this time

where we’ll be

i’m the bad guy

I don’t have to be the one

but never make me the two.

I’m not the jealous type

but I don’t play the fool.

I understand a good girl gone bad

so much about it resonates.

This suppressed rage can drive one mad

rather keep it in and regulate.

Yet the moment they let loose

lips full of lies reveal the truth.

Watch how quickly I change

use my words to rearrange

Your whole soul

Because you thought I didn’t know

Behind the smile and understanding eyes

Is a mind that reads between the lines

Had to finally decide

that this good girl is gone forever.

And you all were the catalyst.

So much so that in my heart of hearts

I can’t be mad at this.

You.

Me.

Or even them.

Because I let you think that you were him

So really…I am the bad guy.

Truly a magician.

Watch how quickly I change

and you’ll be wishing you were him.

i ❤️ suffering

I release the need for suffering

Stopping time to dwell in the past,

letting guilt and shame sweep over me

Where are my flaws?

I see them all

crouching angrily at the door of violation,

weak boundaries, fear and self depreciation

All the good done with a knife behind their back,

lured by another sad song they slowly attacked.

Bit by bit til there’s little left

and I finish the job riddled with regret,

For all that could have been avoided

had I listened to me, the truth – divinity.

Warning me not to satisfy my insatiable curiosity

the beauty of our species and their depravity.

I’d wonder how they’d break my heart in the light of my love.

I’d ponder the ending, manifesting a betrayal as epic as Judas.

Then grieve, shout and sob whilst clenching my chest.