"invalidation" poems - Hello Poetry

I was invited, She was dressed in red, A long sleeve blouse to hide the upper arm gills, Cuts inflicted with perfect knife skills, Invited by the friend of a friend's friend, That never slowed her down. She appeared before me, Inviting me to her bed, When I said, "Hello" She was wounded and insulted and told me to go. When I started to leave, She lay on the bed, Threatening suicide if I left. She held me in high esteem or so she said, When I came forward she told me to "drop dead. " It's a black and white world in her head with no hues or colors but dripping dread it's what happens with trauma's invalidation, No boundaries, no barriers rip tides running takes her under. Everything changes in a moment from tears to rage and back again. "I'm warning you," she said. A gut check, I thought I was up to the task, When she was silent, I just had to ask, "Is there anything I can do to help? " She jumped out the window made a mad dash. I sat on the curb to consider my fate smoke my last cigarette she had taken my pack. I fell into my shoes, Staring, Waiting for one of them to move. "I love you sweetheart" she said, "You'd better go, I love you sweetheart don't go away. I love you sweetheart stay here - no not there over here. " A dancing puppet, I learned to love her truly. I made the moves, Learned acceptance, too. Then she saw you. I returned from the borderline a little less smug not so refined, Now late at night when anxiety has passed, She comes into my mind, I toss and turn fall off the bed, I don't know if she's alive or dead in heaven or hell, A test for all those who think they know love. If you fail, you pass, If you pass you fail. Beware of uninvited guests dressed in red.

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC

sjr1000

Riding on the Borderline

I was invited, She was dressed in red, A long sleeve blouse to hide the upper arm gills, Cuts inflicted with perfect knife skills, Invited by the friend of a friend's friend, That never slowed her down. She appeared before me, Inviting me to her bed, When I said, "Hello" She was wounded and insulted and told me to go. When I started to leave, She lay on the bed, Threatening suicide if I left. She held me in high esteem or so she said, When I came forward she told me to "drop dead. " It's a black and white world in her head with no hues or colors but dripping dread it's what happens with trauma's invalidation, No boundaries, no barriers rip tides running takes her under. Everything changes in a moment from tears to rage and back again. "I'm warning you," she said. A gut check, I thought I was up to the task, When she was silent, I just had to ask, "Is there anything I can do to help? " She jumped out the window made a mad dash. I sat on the curb to consider my fate smoke my last cigarette she had taken my pack. I fell into my shoes, Staring, Waiting for one of them to move. "I love you sweetheart" she said, "You'd better go, I love you sweetheart don't go away. I love you sweetheart stay here - no not there over here. " A dancing puppet, I learned to love her truly. I made the moves, Learned acceptance, too. Then she saw you. I returned from the borderline a little less smug not so refined, Now late at night when anxiety has passed, She comes into my mind, I toss and turn fall off the bed, I don't know if she's alive or dead in heaven or hell, A test for all those who think they know love. If you fail, you pass, If you pass you fail. Beware of uninvited guests dressed in red.