And still
you pop into my dreams
It's easy to forget, days spent loving you
and hating you for it.
And how I left because you had no will.
And I, none to be made a fool of.
I spent the night alone on cold concrete
staring at the mirror, and smoking cigarettes.
And afterwards, you were still there in my bed
all innocent.
As if you didn't cause my hatred.
As if it was by choice I left you,
like I was happy until.
The truth is you abused me.
The truth is I was never happy.
And you punished me
just for wanting us to be.
I think you relished it.
You wanted to care I know, but you didn't.
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I really relate to this right now.
it's an amazing write. i love your imagery.
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A sad lament of love lost. Your poem, vivid with imagery is so real and imaginative at the same time.
Are we ever really free of those we once loved and who once loved us? I don't think so. It seems our memories are sometimes meant to torture us. I hope they balance out in the end.
A very poignant poem and very well written
Dee
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oh, the images of alone, of going through memories trying to find the moment where it went wrong - sometimes it's harder to stop love, than to recognise it.
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