A Learned Lesson

When he was with me,
I had nowhere to look,
for all I needed was with me.

When he left,
I had nowhere to look,
for all I needed burned as a bright memory
within me.

When he told me to move on,
that there's nothing left to be said or done,
I became hurt and angry...

...with myself
for being a fool for one
who did not value me.

I chose to hang on
to the friendship because
I wanted to keep him close
for all he had been and done
for me...

...and because I could not bear
to see him disappear completely.

As time moved on,
I felt the sting of being a non-priority,
the weight of the words before me,
kept me in a limbo-type of place
instead of allowing me to be free...

...hard to fully act as a friend,
except from a distance...

...and even then,
the remnants of what I felt
tainted the purity
of the interactions.

Hard to let go,
when I hadn't fully dealt with my own
ocean of emotions.

I imagine it must be hard for him,
draining and dreadful
to know that someone feels for you
what you could never feel for her.

I know because I live through that
day in and out.

The lesson learned is simple -

be a woman.

Be strong, move on,
let a man be a man
and show you that
it's for you that he longs.

Let a man speak to you
the words of sonnets and songs,
but in truthful direct vernacular
and through direct action.

Don't assume that actions
mean anything without words to back,
and don't assume words mean anything
unless movement is made to act.

Go for what you want,
but walk with care and be certain
that what you want is what you need
and there's no doubt within that person
about whether he feels connected
as you feel to him,
and that never leaving is a part of his intentions.

Be sure that he will seek you first,
instead of others to share his precious time,
as you shall too seek him,
to share your precious life.

Individuals together,
but never losing sight
that the two of you are
two people walking their own paths
that continue down the line
side by side.

If you've learned this lesson now,
then it won't be hard to discount
the distractions along the way.

Just keep the faith in love,
and move forward with peace and hope
for that special day
when that special person
comes your way.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was inspired by an active awareness in its stillness. Waiting without waiting and searching without searching. No expectations, but faith holding.

Waiting to be able to trust someone strong enough and true enough to be real, be about it, be straight and can come to me as a man who without a doubt knows that I am what he needs, just as he is all I need.

Following was the less positive version - I ended up scrapping it and completely redoing it to create the one above.

Why should I
feel the way I feel
when the truth is
that what I desired
wasn't real?

So obviously
not what he wanted
or wants,
so obviously treated
as not much,
not someone
worthy enough
to flaunt.

There were no illusions
only the delusions
in my mind
that what I feel
was something
that could be sated
with "just fun" time.

But here I sit,
alone and trapped
by the doing
of my own hands...

...strong and
oppressive feelings
I demand
be dissipated stat.

He lingers in my mind,
and I pray to the Divine
to help me release
what would refuse to
ever be mine.

Someone true who
truly cares
would make every
effort to be truly there,
to not hold back
and make a way
for the two of us
to make it through
each day.

Someone worthwhile
would show to me
that I'm a treasure
never to be released.

Someone worthwhile
would make the time
to reach out to me
when I cross his mind.

Someone worthwhile
would open his heart,
speak his thoughts
even moreso while we're apart.

He wouldn't doubt
what words I could receive,
wouldn't doubt
my capacity nor abilities.

He would understand
in full what I need,
and seek to meet
those needs
completely
to the best
of his ability.

And in return,
I'd do the same,
cause that's what love
is...

...it's 100 percent
give and 100 percent take.

So why am I
still lying awake?

Thinking of someone
who doesn't feel the same way?

Someone who wouldn't
for me do any of these things,
someone who never had
and never will be (of me)
similarly thinking?

Someone who never
saw me for much more
than a passing fling,
something to pass the time,
someone he could be with
without the danger of
feelings?

It's my problem to bear,
my pain to heal...

...the sowing that I reap
for making a false deal.

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