I Guess That's What Men Do

I Guess That's What Men Do

A Poem by Carl

I read the news today
It made me question why

And as the numbness kicked in

I stifled a cry

So you've upped and left again

After all that we've been through

And I'm left sitting here alone

I guess that's what men do

 

So I will drink this stone cold coffee

As the toast begins to burn

Yet this time seems so different

My heart it does not yearn

You see I won't come running

As others may well do

Cold reality now kicks in

I guess that's what men do

 

The children will ask questions

For which I have no reply

How do I explain to Jack

As Lisa starts to cry

The house seems strangely quiet

As things come in to view

And I'm left to rebuild all this

I guess that's what men do

 

I know we've had our problems

To that I will confess

Your late nights at the office

My drinking to excess

But I thought we were solid

I believed that we'd pull through

But I'm not the one who's running

I guess that's what men do

 

You know I can't explain this

So I won't even try

But you  won't see me broken

And you will never see me cry

But to go without explaining

I wouldn't have thought of you

And I'm left here so angry

Because I know that's what men do

 

So I'll light another cigarette

And down this Vodka neat

And steal and prepare myself

For looks and whispers in the street

"I hear that he's left her"

"I heard there's someone new"

But you're not the one who's facing this

I guess that's what men do

 

I cried myself to sleep last night

As I slept alone

The damage you have caused us

Can never be know

And I'm sure that she'll replace me

As you whisper "I love you "

And I know in time you will forget us

Because that's what men do  

© 2012 Carl


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I love this piece. It reads like a song, yet painted like a movie. It flows, and it's great to see another writer who can use a rhyming pattern very well. They say it's the hardest form to write, but that's how I write my poetry. I am a fan for sure.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Painful and so real. This poem shows powerful emotion because the emotions ran through me even stronger, the more I read this. I see where she tried to be strong and doesn't chase him and it just jerks a knot in me, in the end - when she admits he is with another woman. Just the thought of the "I love you" made me take a deep gulp. I love the stereotyping, literally because it packs a punch here and holds such truth. Seems that these words flowed effortlessly from you and you penned it just right. : )

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Carl
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Quality Street - England



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