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...

[Undying Glory]

man this is freaking brilliant work. nice

[THE LOST ROSE]

Such power and rawness. This poem cut through the cutter of poems in which poets have written about being the "other". Great write!