“Arguable” she said, when I implied he must have known.
“No one asked you anyway” she said, and abashed, I looked away.
“Now you’re doing it again” she said, and I imagined that I must be.
“It’s not about you” she said, and I wondered, if so, how I was always in the wrong.
Vulnerability makes her defensive, I told myself, wounded by the wounded party,
Explaining it away, that every time I spring to her defence, I fall upon my sword,
Remembering that it was I who stood up to take her part,
She made no plea for aide. Save the crying.
“Are you just going to stand there” she said, as bleeding, I searched for the balm in my blood.
“Really? That’s all you’ve got?” she said, and emptied out, I pried my rib cage open.
“You don’t care about me” she said, and though it didn’t feel that way, I took her at her word.
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Comments (15)
Are you talking to me? I am sure of it! I felt this poem and have lived it! Thankyou
Damn!
Oh so melancholy!!!❤️❤️💕
ooof, the relationship traumas that take their time creating who we are. Great poem
Great artistic! The lines the flow were epic..emptied out, I pried my ribcage open- fanfuckingtastic. Not sure I was quite smart enough to understand what was going on between these two
This was so sad and it hit me so hard. Loved your take on this challenge!
I had to go back and check this was an acrostic. You’re so damn talented. This was stellar.
Ooof. Now that’s a heavy acrostic. 👏
Simply incredible! You speak the painful truth in every syllable! I too, lost the bubble on the acrostic. That minor detail ceased to matter.
Ouch! This packed quite a punch! Like Paul, I completely forgot this was an acrostic by the end I was so caught up in the emotional wave
“every time I spring to her defense, I fall upon my sword”
So well written...didn't feel like an acrostic...but felt very sad and full of pain!
Sad and relatable.. in many ways lack of communication is the root of all these "misunderstandings" in love and relationships in general.
Ruined. A relationship torn apart. This made me feel sad at the realness of it.
The lines...You don’t care about me” she said, and though it didn’t feel that way, I took her at her word.....I liked the most...a selfless devotion in the face of hurt.....I loved your poem..😊