Losing the woman I loved to a friend. A painful experience but a poem I'm proud of. |
Falling in love is not something I readily do but like falling into bed I fell in love with you believing you to be true, believing you were a safe bet. I guess there are some lessons I haven't learned yet. How could I have known how much I would regret? These memories of you so painful, I never can forget. As I bowed my head to your naked breasts, your sighs of pleasure to my ears a song, I thought I'd found the happiness for which I'd yearned so long; the beginning of something special, something magical, something strong. I thought what we shared could last forever. I was a fool. I was wrong. You just used me to fill a gap until someone else came along. I only have to close my eyes to visualise again the way you wrapped yourself around the man I called my friend. I gave you all I had, gave you my very soul only to be swallowed whole. Nothing ever can replace the heart of me you stole. My tears made bitter by what might have been, my mind torturing itself, here I sit now: a reject, broken, discarded on this dusty shelf the ghosts of your kisses turning sour in my mouth. |