It's too late for you to come back

"how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?" So Long, London

Now, I watch how hard you want me back

I used to have to beg you for it

But back then I was just a purse to you

I was a medal you were after just for my reputation

And I thought you loved me because I was golden

you loved me because I was gold

I needed CPR and you were afraid it would be misunderstood in the news

I waited 40 minutes to die

And now you're calling me as if nothing happened

You used to try to hug me when there were only cameras

Now I have no money or reputation left and I am free to go.

but you hold on to me for my potential to gain

You are late for me while I'm alive

usually others regret it after they die.

You say you realized early what you made me go through

and I'm guilty again for not dying

but you came to me later than you think.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I am a old man now. I learn the hard way. Be kind, be gentle, be a friend.
"I was a medal you were after just for my reputation
And I thought you loved me because I was golden
you loved me because I was gold"
I did like the above lines. Sometime if we are lucky. We learn who is the people we need in a life and not. Thank you dear Beren. A powerful poem of questions.
Coyote

[Beren]

I can't forgive people who do things on purpose for me not to forgive them. Maybe when I'm older, I'll be in more peace.
Thank you so much sir, I appreciate your time.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Fabulous personal poem
I enjoyed it and felt your pain

[Beren]

Thank you so much ma'am! It's nice to see that I can be understood.

[A.H.]

this is like a conversation in mind and heart is listening to it. there are those questions that needs answers but hard to know what were the right answers. the circumstances in life and love are similar sometimes, the more we desire something, it may get away quicker and one day it might come back when we have moved on and the value of having that has passed. may be, a love that was not acknowledged is a love that never was.. nicely written, thanks for sharing, B.

[Beren]

This is a more personal piece, more about a feeling than a person. More of a unified story than an event. Your thoughts are wonderful as always, my friend. Thank you so much for your time!

[Soren]

This raises the elephant in the room question of what is love? Is it for sale? Are we not all purchasers of it? A matter of definitions perhaps. Do we prostitute ourselves for love in return? I loved the questions that this poem sprouted in my mind.

[Beren]

Ah! That's one of the things that makes me happiest about writing, is that it raises questions in readers. Thank you so much for your time sir! Much appreciated!

[redzone]

break the chains, break the hold!
realize you are gold
live for you, your potential to gain
write your poems, your story told
boldly, a life to proclaim!!
-Curt
ps- no regrets Beren, live!!

[Beren]

I'm sure when you wrote this comment you had no idea how good it would be for a heart you didn't break! This comment really means a lot, more than you think and I am grateful to you. Thank you so much, for your time, for your support, for your beautiful comments... Thank you!
Have a great week sir!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The question arises, "Why couldn't you just have loved me for me and not all the glitter that comes with the package?"
j.

[Beren]

I guess sometimes people can't carry everything and they just take what they need.
Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment sir!

[redd Brick Keshner]

It'r really hard when we die to something and then it turns around and gives you what was needed before the dying. Resurrection must be required for this to be requited. 🙏🏻🕊️

[Beren]

I think we romanticize the past too much in our minds. And as humans, it's a good thing we tend to forget, otherwise life would be harder.
Thank you so much for your time!

[redd Brick Keshner]

So true! We see our memories with "rose-coloured lenses," so the saying goes. It must be a survival mechanism. 🕊️🙏🏻