Friday, September 4, 2009

The Game

It's not fun anymore. This game you've created has evolved; the rules have changed. You're not keeping up. You can't even hold up your end of the bargain. How can you expect me to hold up mine? Believing the lies you tell yourself is the coping mechanism of the weak-minded. Believing the lies you tell me is the coping mechanism of the broken hearted.

When given the opportunity to shine, you choose to shade. When given the opportunity to love, to be loved, you run away. You walk across my earth because I am strong enough to hold your weight, but you take no care, watering flowers in other fields. The footprints left behind you are forgotten as soon as they are laid. How I shift, mold to your gait, caress your soles, completely unnoticed beneath you.

I'll never be the fire burning your life down, the air you flow boundlessly through. I'm the ground you travel and only notice when I'm gone. You found me, joined my path, said all the right words, carved your place in my heart. Poured yourself in when I was too shattered to filter, took the little I had left. The chase was effortless because I was weak. The game is over because I let you in.

9 comments:

  1. This is good. This blog seems very therapeutic for you... much more so than bad poetry.

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  2. Well, you always said my poetry should be prose.

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  3. Sometimes reading your posts comes so close to voyeurism that I wonder whether I should be embarrassed. But I still read them and still enjoy them.

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  4. It does feel good to just open up tho', doesn't it? best therapy I've ever had is the writing and reading :)

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  5. whew. what an amazing ride...the intimacy and angst dance well together. blogging is my therapy...

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  6. A good description of how the power balance in this relationship is unequal. The pain of emotions is well portrayed- I hope it will also be a catharsis.

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  7. Hang in there girl, it gets better! Believe it.

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  8. Are these real or not? If they're real posts, I'm stunned. You seem so sad. If they're fiction, they're beautifully moving but oh so sad.

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  9. Well, that is revealing and not, at the same time. I think. Interesting.

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