i'm not the only one;; poem
oh, you got too attached?
again?
my poor, poor, baby,
let me delight you with the details
with what happens next.
first, the puppy love:
you’re happy, full of warmth,
with this new interest.
he will be the one who fills my emptiness,
i don’t have to cry anymore.
next, the suspicion:
you’ve lost faith due to past experiences,
past losses.
in short, you’ve lost faith in yourself.
why is he being so kind, so loving?
what did i do to deserve this?
this must be some kind of cruel trick.
oh, baby, you are so naive.
think about others feelings, won’t you?
but still, it goes on.
before you know it - the paranoia,
the overthinking:
a few hours without his attention,
it’s enough for you to drop all hope,
isn’t it?
he must be ignoring me.
worst conclusions:
he hates me, i knew it.
self-pity:
what was i thinking, that i could actually
mean something to someone?
finally, the dreadful defensive strategy:
he returned, but now you are bitter,
utterly cold.
he doesn’t want me, why shouldn’t i pretend
that i don’t want him either?
why should i bother him any longer?
now he is upset with you.
well of course he is,
who wouldn’t be when you are suddenly angry
just because he had his own problems to get to?
it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t want me.
he never wanted me in the first place.
you did this to yourself, my love,
it was already crumbling inside you
from the very start.
until you fill your emptiness
without depending on others,
c’est tout pareil, je vous le promets.
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