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amoretteb New Member
since 2002-05-27
Posts 2IN, USA |
I’m tired of waking scared of you I’m tired of overreactions to situations I’m tired of the consequences of our actions That has destroyed our mutual elation I’m tired of waking up in pain I’m tired of hearing you bitch about the pain I’m tired of getting used to it I’m tired of getting used You always have to push me And I never choose to give in You take what you want by holding me down And I’m left helpless once again Why don’t you realize how you make me feel “No” and “Stop’ aren’t words I use lightly You laugh and smirk and dismiss my protests Saying girls like me are flighty Watching you disregard my objections Shows the respect you don’t have for me I hate the feeling that my words cannot stop you Even when I beg and plea In the beginning I had such engaging visions I was anything but incredulous Prewarnings, I ignored from all who saw through you All I saw was you, interesting and decorous I liked the idea of us being a couple My candidness and your persistence is the origin of where we united You wouldn’t take my “no’s” for an answer then either But I was amused because your tenacity wasn’t incited So, yes, I was impressed by your own pertinacity I turned you down the first time we met and for weeks every time you’d call I was scared because of what I thought I knew of you I wasn’t ready to be kicked instead of “fall” For some reason I gave you a chance although I knew the ground was unstable whatever you did, you dissipated my fears way too soon and now that precious time is only a fable. You said you were ready to start a relationship But you were only ready to enjoy all its fruits You try to make yourself seem more mature than the others But your walking in someone else’s boots We cannot have an argument, without it turning into a fight You cannot let me drop it, without you driving out of sight You always want to leave me and expect me to beg you back I did that for you twice now , I won’t take up that knack I can’t sweep up the pieces and be your codependent bitch An argument should never result in leaving, only a hole that two adults can stitch. It surprised me the first time we were angry Because you couldn’t let things go I didn’t want something so small to get between us So I turned away, then felt an old wind blow I remembered why I told you “no” in the beginning Maybe some things I had thought were wrong Instead of a player, you’re a stubborn child inside a man With games I refuse to play along. If only you could grow up And realize there is more to appreciate than just you You will understand the intense satisfaction of a relationship Surpassing the wealth of the new |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
A most incredible write! And welcome to Dark Poetry. Wow, I read with such eagerness, as I have been in such a similar frame of reference in my life for years. As I hope for myself (and yet so far, to no avail), I also hope for you that indeed "they" do grow up, and grow out of hiding insecurity by pretending to be so self secure, and yet so insensitive. Thanks for sharing a great piece of poetry! |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
I wasn’t ready to be kicked instead of “fall” That line was so sad... this was a good poem though, good job. LadyPeach1 |
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