What I Know To Be True
Had I known I'd been such a victim to these temptations,
And feel this emptiness at heart,
I'd still have fallen for such flirtations,
Believing a different end to this start.
Such flaws stem from the heart's deepest desire,
A desire of deep human emotion.
Such cravings I could never tire,
So leads my willful devotion.
Such pains and lengths I went to,
So painful to look back now or then.
I feel incomplete, a part one of two,
Wishing someday I'll be whole again.
But what I lack cannot be made,
In another human being,
And as the smoke begins to fade,
Reveals the bigger picture I am seeing.
My other half to my perfect whole,
Should not just fulfill what I lack,
But to be an extension of my soul,
To be more than two halves- but two wholes!
Synchronised in track.
That was my mistake,
A mistake I regret whole heartedly.
For you, what was at stake,
Your life, your essence; drained disastardly.
What I lack, I must provide for within,
And not take yet from you.
So I understand what it was I did,
And what it was you had went through.
Such downfalls of mine I'll readily admit,
Thus accepting that misery.
But one thing I cannot forgive,
Was the way you had treated me.
I think, I breath, I feel,
I'm still human to the core.
The way you left me out to rot,
Left more pain than I should've bore.
One thing I always granted,
One thing I demand in return,
Is respect as another human,
Respect that I did earn.
You gave me lies with petty excuses,
Then demand I give you space.
So isolated, so alone I am;
Without you the faintest scent or trace.
No explanation, no truth behind your actions,
Respect from you seems like lest.
Yet so annoyed when I keep demanding why,
Although a reoccurring pest.
The manner in which you cut me off,
Swatted away; pushed with ease.
Made me feel so useless, irrelevant,
Such severed bonds you sought to cease.
Why a concept so simple to grasp,
Is so difficult for you to comprehend,
When all this time, I showed nothing but-
Respect right 'til the end?
That considered and all remembered,
With now our bonds shot and severed,
I look to what is true:
You aren't worth the pain, anger or disrespect,
Despite it's what you deserved-
For what you did unto me; you aren't my other half!
This know to be true.
5/1/15
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The Black Book: The Last Romantic
PoesiaAssorted poetry from the Black Book regarding love, heart break, and the seemingly endless search for "the other half". As is customary of my works, a few of them contain dark undertones.
