It hurts, doesn’t it?
It hurts like Hell…
I know the feeling
All too well…
I tried to warn you
But you dissed me
Dare not expect
My sympathy
I’m not like you
I won’t rejoice
Nor offer pity
It was your choice
Your tears don’t trouble me
The least bit!
You made your bed,
Now lie in it!
Cyranny's Cove 
sounds pointed 🙂
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I knew it might look that way but it isn’t… Well no one who would read it anyway. Revisiting some old memories after a conversation with a friend. It is nice sometimes to play with darker stories, rather than my usual pink goggle tales 😛
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Powerful and assertive. x
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Thank you 🙂 It was a bit tricky to write, not the kind of feelings I usually explore, but it flowed pretty easily, so I had to post it! xx
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ouch she got to you …
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She did, but it was a long time ago… A love and friendship triangle that went really bad. But I was just 18 by then. A long story 😛
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well you are a writer so share it as the time arises 🙂
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A Very strong sense in this one !
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Thank you, Princess! I hesitated before writing this one, and then about posting it. I usually prefer to stay away from these kinds of feelings, but they are part of anyone’s life, I think, so I went ahead despite my doubts 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it! xx
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Sounds like someone’s done something bad…
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Hehehe… I think we’ve all faced that kind of situation. But the inspiration doesn’t come from a recent event. As they say “Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.” LOL
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That kind of disclaimer is good here because that’s likely. What makes me laugh is when you have a weird sorry like in sci fi and they use it and I’m like really?!? You still have to use that lol
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Surprise, surprise
The tables have turned
I thought that I warned you
‘Bout a woman spurned
You led by example
And look what I learned
Now there’s no turning back
All your bridges have burned
I looked a lover
Found them standing in line
Life since that moment
Is all roses and wine
Yes, I found someone else
And we’re doing just fine
So go make your bed
‘Cause you ain’t sharing mine
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Thank you, good Sir! Again you surpass my initial poem, and I won’t complain at all! Sometimes I feel like I write in parts to tickle your inspiration 🙂 As long as that works, I’ll be a happy wannabe poet xx
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I certainly make no claims to be a poet. The sad truth is that I really prefer writing prose, but I am just too precious about it
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Whoops …. no sleep …. should be ‘looked FOR a lover’
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No worries… You know how they say that the brain will fill in some gaps while reading? Well, I hadn’t noticed 🙂
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I’m afraid that sort of thing just screams at me. I can’t bare to look at it …
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