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Missiles (revised)
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FAVORITES Bruised
I am afraid to tell the truth
Of what I feel
It always comes back
As missiles
Hurled at me in anger
Targeted as examples
Illustrations of misbehavior
Indications of future actions.
Hurt
I swore I'd never reveal to a man
That which went on before
But you coaxed it from me.
So I tell you my fantasies
And you see them as realities
I tell you my dreams
And you scold me for not making them goals
You accuse me of settling
When I mention minor obstacles
I tell you my misadventures
And you demand that I own 'em
Shame
You wanted to hear
Of those that lingered
On the path before
Erotic stories I
Played out for you
That you used
As Judgement
When it suited you to hurt.
Accussation
of misbehavior
Examples
of unworthiness
You hurl at me
Missiles
of personal discontent
Truth
Its mine to keep
Shame really, the way some
Shame really, the way some people, turn our inner secrets into knives. Not very nice.
In an agument the talking
In an agument the talking points become all the misdeeds in your past, surely proof that you would be guilty again if left on your own without their guidance.
We Forgive & Forget
Bringing up missteps or errors, outright bad decisions for our family is a no no. Love means also forgiving - we are all very human and we err better than anything to learn and grow. - Stella
Yes That is why the person
Yes That is why the person this was written for is not longer a family member, lol. Tell you the truth it seems to appply to several of my male encounters. They want you to open up and be truthfully, but literally nobody "can handle the truth," to paraphrase Jack Nicholson. Yes love does mean forgiveness. However in this poem forgivenss would admit shame, and there should be no shame in the truth I offered. Thank you so much for reading my poems. D
You r welcome
Something old, something new. I have been rereading work by favorite writers lately. These poets are good news.
: D
Thank you
This is one of my favorites I appreciate the reread.