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May 2015
It's too late for me
So heed the warnings I share
When my love clouded mind
Was impaled upon her reality
Her choice was someone else but,
It was more than that
Her choice was to use me
I let myself get used
Still she stole my heart
Cardiac larceny enacted upon me.

This was my choice I say to anyone that will listen
She, the object of my affection, finally released me
Accompanied by the black eye her father gave her
After her mother slammed the door in my face
Instead of being broken together
We mended separately
We grew apart, but in truth
I learned a lesson that day.
I can't allow that pain again
I won't

Once the flood waters erased
What I thought we had
What I thought we were building
The aftermath brought clarity
She never cared like I thought she did
And I cared more for her than I did for myself
So, don't get lost in love
Sometimes it's hard to find your way back
To yourself, to protection
To naiveté
BeginningAnEnding
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BeginningAnEnding  Oregon
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     BeginningAnEnding, --- and Rapunzoll
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