sorting it out

 

~

 

you didn't complete me

i was whole, i am whole, you came to me

you came to my room

my bed, we played heartily

 

i'm not shattered, you're taking credit

for the breakage with an apology

you don't have to do this, i'm not broken, i'm hurt

 

this one night won't change the way i remember you

it only changes this—i won't have you

to play with anymore, nor you me

now you have someone else, i'm happy for you

 

i hope it's worth it—my pain and your guilt

it isn't your fault, i'm sick of me too

i would have done the same thing, but i wasn't sick of you

 

it's hard, it's going to be hard for a long time

you don't have to feel bad, that's on me, you gave in, so what

maybe it will work for you, maybe she's flawless

maybe she doesn't doubt herself, maybe she deserves you

 

~

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-04-17 at 05:19

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Nancy Sikora
It's always hard to be the person who has to do the "getting over."
2016-04-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, well written.
2016-04-18


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah the anguish but you are quite right, you are not broken but the hurt is ever present, I liked this a lot, it cleverly works on the emotion of how we blame ourselves, even when we, may not be faultless, did not deserve that pain.

Elle x
2016-04-17


Kathy Lockhart
This is the poetry of the injured bird. She who gave her best song and still it wasn't enough. Her beautiful plumage is ruffled
and torn. She lays hobbled in a corner, thinking of herself ugly and useless. I know her. I've seen her in my mirror when I lived in a cage. I will tell this songbird to preen her colorful feathers,
Lift up her delicate head and sing her song! She is beautiful and valuable, talented, and free to soar above the danger. She has no limits.
2016-04-17