|THE NEXT TIME YOU SAID, “GOODBYE”
By F-rhetoric on 01/11/2010
What is my merit?
Have I no value?
Why is a love so intense unrequited?
As my patience tiptoes skirted edges,
I need old clichés clarified.
Do good things truly find the waiting?
Is kindness really repaid in spades?
Do nice guys finish at the bottom?
Is it fact that what comes around soon circles back?
If you love someone, should you set them free?
I have bitten much as one can chew,
Closed my throat ‘round bitter pills,
Been pared and skewered with heart twisting daggers,
only to knuckle way under again.
Is this a game?
Am I your toy?
I am merriment, whipping post, scapegoat, enabler
And renouncer of my diminishing pride.
I am any given trinket
tethered to your temperament,
To be utilized only as you should see fit;
A yo-yo to suit your fickle moods, in and out of your purse with convenience;
A see-saw to humor your sway of affections; down, up and level with little fair warning;
A music box to soothe you to slumber, lending annoyance with morning’s arousal;
A rag doll to comfort when spirits lose luster,
Yet appraised with typical rag doll regard;
Caressed as often as discarded,
I am just as much jester
As lover and friend,
Yet my own true expression befalls repercussion...
The inevitable, ultimate threat of expulsion.
I’d be lying if I said,
“I don’t want you”
I don’t want to leave you,
But wish that I could,
It would be easier
The next time you said,
© By F-rhetoric On 1/11/2010 9:17:28 PM