Black Rose Mistress

A poem based on a story of a woman in conflict.

BLACK ROSE MISTRESS

 

I am a mistress, yes the other woman

I fulfill the meaning of the black rose

Beginnings and death

I am the toy that makes this man happy

I give what his woman does not handle for him

Not proud at all for being the other woman

Tried so hard not to be that woman

In a whirlwind of friendship and problems

I became the other woman

Not yet reaching the mistress status

For years I just remained the other woman

Being okay with that status instead of mistress

I listened, encouraged and cheered on this man

Even tried to explain what and how you were feeling as a woman

Continued to fight against becoming the mistress

One day, with a kiss that knocked us both for a loop

I went from the other woman to mistress

The mistress of the black rose

I started dying each time he went home to you

Every time he mentioned your name it started breaking pieces from my heart

I could no longer give explanations or advice to help you

Wishing you would walk away again

Which is where I became acquainted with him before

Dying each day knowing that he will stick with you

Because even though I know he loves me...he loves you more

He denies this and thinks that I do not know that he lies to me

And again, with each lie I die

I break up with him constantly and he will not let me go of his hold

He is to me the alcohol in the veins that I can not seem to get out of me

Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning

...I leave ready to fight to win

Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor

I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time

I just do not know how to break the vicious cycle of death and beginnings

Now do you see why I call myself the Black Rose Mistress

Reviews

[Janice Ann]

This is a seriously deep subject matter and I give you kudos for writing such a real piece! And I appreciate the honesty in this piece...and reality is you really can't help who you fall in love with, it is something that grabs a hold and just won't let go! My favorite lines, well one of them, is; "Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning
...I leave ready to fight to win
Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor
I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time" Wonderful write, very true and raw...

[Ruby Moon]

i got lost at this part
"Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning
...I leave ready to fight to win
Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor
I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time"
for me, it would have been better without those four lines but reading the other reviews it would seem that i am probably one of the only ones that dont get it
the alcohol threw me off track but i can understand a little bit of how it feels...

a good write =)

[Chaos Stone]

im sure theres a man out there who would love to have a woman like you, maybe you should try to find a single guy and stay out of that kind of drama
only advice i could think of, but that would involve letting him go
good luck

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Stephan requested I read this, and I am glad he did. I DEFNITELY empathize with you here. I also felt like a mistress with a man in my past. He came every six or nine months, out of the blue. But I was just a pull-out toy, a fantasy for him, and then he would go back to his wife, the one he belonged to. Here is my favorite part:

He is to me the alcohol in the veins that I can not seem to get out of me
Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning
...I leave ready to fight to win

powerful, intense, I loved it, and I can relate. That's what I loved about this poem.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Jaded rose,

My friend, THE LOST ROSE, requested that I read this poem. I'm glad he did. This is a marvelous write. It's open and sincere. It hides nothing. It explains the way life works, the way emotions and people work. We are not perfect and we cannot completely steer our ships with our minds. Our emotions can get the better of us and move us in directions we consciously tried to avoid. So what to do? You know what to do. You're trying to do it. Keep trying. Eventually even the emotions recognize a hopeless situation. Your mind is already there. It will take time for the other parts of you to catch up.

Greatly enjoyed. Extremely high marks. Congratulations on a very fine piece of writing!

Best regards,

Rick

[vandana]

He is to me the alcohol in the veins that I can not seem to get out of me

Well written poem and your thoughts on the subject are explicit !

[xRetroCortx]

I've never been in this type of situation, but I understand because I know people who have. I definitely enjoyed this.

[Legion]

It is a harsh cycle. For all involved.

[Bear]

WOW... yes it's beyond difficult to stop consuming the liquor but, in the stopping you might just see how destructive being the Black Rose Mistress has been.

fine WRITE!!
Sallie Bear

[Shelby Baker]

You wrote what my friend is going through right now. Totally real and understandable

So Flawless write and lovely flow.