The love of a man was stronger than the love from your child, The one you cheer from a internet tab. Why were you present in his life and not mine?
I was first rightThe abuser before the child right? shallowness man of a lover? The gift of disappointment under the tree wrapped in a big shiny box tied in a bowYou eagerly awaited for me to open
I've opened zero phone calls, years of missed birthdays, years of negligence of the women I am subconsciously internalizing, heart ache before any boy could ever dig their nails into, the cold shoulder of anxiety giving me frostbite, the missing point to key relationships of those have tried to open on YOUR behalf. YOU should have taught me you should have warned me that this is what true heartache feels like.... But instead,
You present me a box. Wrapped in a bow. The corners pressed evenly tapped with anxiety. Tied with resilience, and place....under the tree.
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Through my eyes
PoetryThrough my eyes is a short poem collection about obsessive love and obsession and riding the wave of falling in love and falling out of love. Even if it's not returned.
