those three little words
how I longed to hear them
craved to feel them too
and when they came
I ran for the hills
into my sanctuary
underneath the rock
I hide in shame
unworthy of such love
not the perfection that
you saw inside of me
I was filthy with remorse
detestable in my own eyes
undeserving of this gift
that you so easily gave
crying yet wanting you too
confusion overstepped
a moment that should have been
beautiful and accepting
yet rejection took stage
how did I become frigid
like the north arctic winds
so hard not one warm word
could penetrate my agony
bitten long ago by love
freshly young I was then
an adult lover
loved me falsely
shattered my trust in love
like a parent he gave
and at night he took
and numbness I did feel
He loved me too
then and there I knew
love leaves one in despair
messing with the mind
as he walked back to bed
with his wife who never knew
and I a preteen so lean
and heart still hearty green
those three little words
how I longed to hear them
craved to feel them too
and when they came
I ran to my sanctuary
could it be true
that you could love
someone like me?
Hold me close please
don't hurt me anymore
though you did not do this harm
make it ALL go away
heal me with your love
and when I run away
please come get me
just love me anyway
A contest entry
- The Dirty Pretty Contest by SchizoChic.
425 points, ended September 29, 2008, 16 entries
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Honorable mention
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A powerful piece that I know was hard to write; it deserves the gold, and you deserve much more.
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This is a very beautiful piece of work, I love it. It is very deep and can be felt as well. I like the picture. Keep up the great work and thank you for sharing. You have a bless day
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'love me for what I am' basically! Although I first thought twice about the number of lines of the poem, I soon found myself unable to stop reading!! Such a beautiful poem, well written, and giving hope at the end of the tough life suffered by the subject. Good write and best of luck in the contest!
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Taken for granted, young love to believe in the dream.
Yet the knight becomes a black one.
He jousted with thine heart, and left it laying wounded.
The ink of the heart, is sometimes so very painful.
But always I find better out than kept a secret.
Wonderful words from a wonderful poetess!
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So intensely real. I have opted out of 'adult' & erotic content & when I was given a warning about this I was afraid to look. I understand this [sadly] from my own life's experience. Bravo for this powerful write. I love the way you penned this & the flow & continuity are excellent. Your last stanza is so poignant & ties this up so well! -
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Kathleen, thank you for your compassionate comment. I felt this was an adult topic though it is not about an adult. Thanks for taking the click risk and reading it anyway.
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I can relate, similar experience happened to me. I was eighteen years old. She was close friend of my adopted mom. Mom made me confess, tell her everything, I was embarrassed, difficult to find words how this happened. I still grimace if I think back to that time. I was so young, immature,she took advantage my youth, did not know how to say no, or flee the scene. It was an experience I have never forgotten. never give up, hope of loving life is available if you persevere, never fully surrendering to the past evils.
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This is just sadly beautiful. You let your words flow well. Thanks for entering.
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