Why are you mad at me?
When I am who you asked me to be
Mentally and emotionally
whenever you were melancholy
I was there with you
spiritually and physically
I let you become a part of me
I let you become a part of me
Are you even listening to me?
A part of me,
you know all my deepest fantasies
You’ve swam in my sea of tears
You helped me conquer my greatest fears
You showed me how to live a life with no fears
So why are you mad at me?
You created me
You lit a fire in my heart
It burned bright and burned hot
And with it you knew I’d never depart
The flame swayed and flickered
Each flicker an arm trying to reach out for you, but failing
an in each attempt it fails, but ever reaching…
In it’s attempts it blazes and it burns everything around it
Destroying the very fabric of my being
But then again, I don’t know who’s my being
You thought me how to think, and how to feel
you were the one to take my heart and on it put a seal
That nobody could it take it away
you made sure that with you was where I’d stay
Until I had given up, black roses
Because I knew we couldn’t go on
I had given up black roses because
My identity was found in you
But my purpose didn’t ensue
So I guess the reason that you’re mad at me
Is because I’m no longer who you ask of me
No longer a slave to thee, no longer your entity
So I understand your jealousy, Cause for the first time ever
I belong to me,.
To be able to feel another's pain is a gift of mine. One I was able to utilize in this poem. A friend whose heart was in the wrong place and she was taken advantage of