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On last November, it took some time for my emotional recovery
Once again, you're on your next move and on the next sleazy discovery
Those promiscous women you see are bad for your health
Knowing you, it gives you pleasure to sink in lust for yourself
Attachment scares you, doesn't it? When I became attached, you left
We all may have our insecurities yet your maturity never grown up at all and you won't confess
I am happy now but not way back then
Admittedly, I was a teary eyed wreck, a mess and a damsel in distress who allowed you to win
I don't know where I'll be if it wasn't for my friends
Unlike you, they stuck by me to the very end
My heart once ached for byou but there's nothing I can do
To try to win your reckless heart would be in vain because you and I are through
We never agreed to many things whener we converse
I had high hopes and dreams meanwhile you talked about chasing skirts
The only time I didn't feel like I was in prision is away from you in my own home
Inviting silence welcomed me and somehow eases the pain when I am alone
Heartfelt moments we once had refreshes in a cycle of memories
From smiles to laughs, followed by kisses leading to passionate ecstasy
Pride engulfs my spirit; something you can never fracture
You lived a two face lie--I stayed real and didn't break beyond the obstacles during what you was after
No one can love the real you ; Guess who had the last laughter?
Winning is a compromise,
Winning is a compromise, where we reach to embrace all of life in it's fullness, and choose to savor and transform the razor's edge into a smooth and succulent trove of heavenly bliss. Don't confuse winning with domination. Love how you wrote this and the emphasis on attachment. Love for the sake of love, and choose those who do the same. It works!!!! And it is a true test of how deep your (YOUR) love really is!! I don't know you but I have a hunch you have a huge heart!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Actually...
I believe I do. I actually care for people. Even what their thoughts are at times. Not all the time though. Thanks for liking the poem. I spent last night on it based on a relationship that went downhill and turned into a nightmare. :-/