I took him Just to Show I Could
With no regrets, I despised what she had so took it away
I took him Just to Show I Could
I saw the ring, the vow, the quiet pride,
And smiled like sin with nothing left to hide.
He wasn’t lost, not yet, just soft and bored,
A house key hanging, soul ignored.
I took him not for love, nor lustful need,
But like a flame that dances just to feed.
He followed—hungry, blind, misunderstood,
And I? I did it just to show I could.
I kissed him hard then cracked his shell,
Unspooled his stories, sweet as hell.
Then when the thrill had bled away,
I tossed him back, too worn to stay.
She wept, I watched—no guilt, thats true.
Just smoke where once the fire blew.
Power tastes like something good
When you take it—just to show you could.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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Very nice
Awesome and well written!!!
Your writing is bold and fearless—keep turning your pain into powerful art!
Such a fascinating poem!!!
True strength is not about confrontation but about allowing it to happen. Regret, stupidity, ugliness and hypocrisy are allowed. Efforts are allowed to go unrewarded. When you allow all of this, you will gradually become a soft, relaxed and graceful person A person, that is, an extremely powerful person.