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The End
How can you be so cold, he said, I thought you loved me too?
Well, at one point I really did, but now it’s not so true.
Her eyes down, face red,
Whispering: It’s someone else, she said.
What? Who? His face reddening too.
You don’t know him, someone from work.
Her voice fast, squeaky. His head gave a jerk.
But you love me, you said…Darling!
I don’t know, I was channeling
My feelings. Directing them at you
All those things I wanted to do.
It was necessary, you were the missing piece
Of the life I wanted, and I got you with ease.
You fitted so well, a husband, career
You made me a mom, all easy, so clear.
For so long I’ve fooled the world, myself too.
Tricking us both to think that I was meant for you.
But it was wrong, a lie, you were just a tool
To realize myself, to give me freedom, school.
It was comfortable, you were not stern,
So uncomplicated to be your wife in return.
I was safe, but unloved, my friend
Feeble compassion is all that’s left in the end.
You calculating bitch! You used me! He roared
I was just there, a convenience. While you being bored.
No, it was not like that, I cared
But not like I should, after all we shared.
Perhaps you were using me too a bit?
I am too an easy fit.
I was a good partner; I looked good on your arm
Took care of you, never did any harm.
He faltered, not really accepting
Eyes downcast, the words he was regretting.
So I guess there is nothing to mend.
No, she said. This is the end.
I cant express how much I
I cant express how much I love this. Every part of of it is absolutely perfect. The theme, the flow, the story. Its overwhelming. This honestly gave me chills as I read it. Though it holds such truth in it. So many people allow their lives to end up in similiar situations. Having the media and society force these notions of romance down our eye sockets untill finally we submit. So many people worry about ending up alone that they allow themselves to settle for anything that makes them happy. Doesnt matter if its only a temporary happiness, they will lie to themselves to keep that untill they finally cant live the lie anymore. Very amazing piece.
The only problem with the story carved on your chest, is its hard to read when your missing your ribs..
Very true. I'm glad my
Very true. I'm glad my intentions are so obvious. And very happy that this poem gave(give) you so much. It's always scary to put my words out there, and it means a lot to me that you like them. *blussing*
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
A true reflection of a few
A true reflection of a few people I know. Sad but yet she gained a lot from a lie. In the end even that what she missed in the begining.
I liked the flow it was so naturaul and familiar.
Mcord
Yes, I think perhaps that's
Yes, I think perhaps that's way the "lie" or misconception come about, you gain a lot too. Thank you for commenting, it was a fairly easy one to write, though different from my other poems in here.
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.