There trudges one to a merry-making
With sturdy swing,
On whom the rain comes down.

To fetch the saving medicament
Is another bent,
On whom the rain comes down.

One slowly drives his herd to the stall
Ere ill befall,
On whom the rain comes down.

This bears his missives of life and death
With quickening breath,
On whom the rain comes down.

One watches for signals of wreck or war
From the hill afar,
On whom the rain comes down.

No care if he gain a shelter or none,
Unhired moves on,
On whom the rain comes down.

And another knows nought of its chilling fall
Upon him aat all,
On whom the rain comes down.

Why do you beat yourself up
because you had the courage to love
gave all of yourself in hopes that he was the one

Why do you beat yourself up
When it was his choice to be unfaithful
His choice to hurt you

Why do you beat yourself up
Knowing that you had done everything for him
supported him, comforted him,
loved him more than you loved yourself

Why after his lies and deceit
do you still love him? and want him to love you
Why after the repeat of hurt and trust being lost
do you think that he deserves a love as pure as yours

Why do you beat yourself up
over what you could have done better
when you know deep down there was nothing

What makes you search for answers as to why
when they will not change the past
Nor mend your broken heart

Why when a man decides to cheat do we blame ourselves?
why does it make us question every little detail about who we are
Make us think that we are not worthy of love

Why when a man cheats do we still long for him to change
Realize how wrong he was, and fall in love with us again

Why do you beat yourself up
When you deserve more
When all that you have done is loved someone completely

Give yourself time and the pain will subside
and the mourning will cease
You will see that you are still you
Still wonderful, beautiful you

Nothing has changed except your experience in love
And your determination to share love with another

As you can never truly love someone until you learn to love yourself

I love you Brigitte, and I will be there any time you need me...No one has ever made me write a poem before so I hope you understand how much I love you.

You cheated and you lyed and i had to find it out the hard way
i saw you aat the football game making out with him and then you saw me and told me it is not what it looks like
i trusted you and you broke my heart and for what him
it wasnt fair if you wanted to make me feel bad you did
hope you are happy you pushed away the best part of you life
and you wont ever get me back

far *** ye ben,
ma closest freen.
ah did nae see ye.

files ah forget fit ah maun act aroon ye.
ye aye despised meh ben fran.
an fit cwid ah iver blame ye.
affen ah feel the same aboot ma ain decrepit hert.
ah miss ye like the bairns in the bothy miss the affa fantoosh summer sunshine.

slowly ye gie me back ma smile,
ah anely wish tae thank ye,
sae meet me aat the loch's lowse an lets hum the tunes we danced tae,
as geets wi nae convictions.

Where have you been,
my closest friend.
I did not see you.

Sometimes i forget how i must act around you.
You always despised my stubbornness,
And how could i ever blame you.
I often feel the same about my own decrepit heart.
I miss you like the children in the bothy miss the great summer sunshine.

slowly you give me back my smile,
i only wish to thank you,
so meet me where the loch's work ends and lets hum the tunes we danced to.
as children with no convictions.

.

Lucky in a way that makes me grateful for small things that would generally go unnoticed.
Like a closed fence gate.
Actively trying not to take things for granted,
Knowing it's impossible to appreciate it all equally.
A cup of tea and cuddling with puppy -
And afternoon well spent -
While flirting with the past.
Hoping, kind of, that this time as we rewind,
Won't be as tragic as the last dozen times.
Maybe it's better to burn down the house,
Start over again.
Heart is safe in the icebox -
No harm, no foul.
It's the little things,
Like how you kiss my shoulder,
That temind me to stand I guard.
Keep my fence gate closed and watch the cats on the road.
Fuel for the fire,
All those words I'd love to take back,
This words I wish you didn't aat.
Put my headphones on and turn you down;
Turn away and keep walking.
Head up, back straight,
Down the path I made.
Wandering alone through Desolation,
Seeing the Big Picture,
Focused on details.