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Repairs Necessary A Poem
Repairs Necessary A Poem I told him I was going to be okay. After he told me he was going away. He had found someone else Someone more suitable. Who held more appeal. I know in my heart of hearts That he was not the man for me. He had regrets that haunted him He had an ex that he would Jump at the chance to be with If she gave him that option. But he had given me just enough For me to see a future. Ah yes that little sliver That my mind worked with. I am not a gold digger But I could see myself Living with him In the house he planned On renovating. He showed me the pictures. The beautiful lush green lawn That my dogs could run around on. The master bedroom With a master bath With a jacuzzi tub And separate shower Just like in the mansions I have only seen on television. I kept thinking I would need A place to write He was making himself An office. I could just as easily look Out a big window With my desk in front of it. It has been years since I had this much of a picture To build on. I live a pretty minimal existence. Perhaps that is one of my charms I am happy with peanuts. And so that is what I get. And for even that little I show much gratitude. My manners are nearly impeccable. So the dreams flourished. How he would come home from work How I would greet him. How we would have dinner And then one thing would Lead to another. How we would fall asleep Me with my pussy Full of his semen. Then waking up! Ah the morning sex! We both have a thing for that! But then he met someone else. Someone who met his criteria On some finer level. But he wanted to remain friends. He did not hate me. He probably felt pity. They often do. It makes me wonder If there ever will be Someone who can share Their goals and dreams And not take them away. To share with somebody new. So what do I miss? The physical stuff yes. The dreams I had of us That will never come to be. Those combined will take Some time to leave And be replaced. But if he can find someone Shouldn't I think I can too? I shouldn't think myself Totally worthless and unlovable. But somehow I do. The job men do on my self esteem It is never fully repaired From one to the next. How could it ever be? It is such a tall task. I could keep therapists Employed for years. Until they retire Of old age. And some have. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Sorry for the length. I am trying to work this out in my head. Writing may be somewhat cathartic. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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7/13/2019 9:48 am |
My friend, your are a good woman, and if a good man cross your path and want you in his life, regardless of what he has, go for it!
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My friend, your are a good woman, and if a good man cross your path and want you in his life, regardless of what he has, go for it! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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