Hurt And Confused

She made his name a joke
She laughed in his face
She made him cry
She disentigrated his self-esteem
and blew it away like dust on the wind
I defended him
I chose him over her
I chose embarrassment
over being accepted
I stayed loyal to him
and he
betrayed me

He chose her over me
After what she'd done to him
After how she made him feel
After I ripped my own soul apart
and disposed of the pride 
that had held it glued together
Seemed as though I hurt myself enough
just for him
I guess he wanted to finish me off


Did I do something wrong?
He didn't utter a word
Was he angry?
Who's to know when he won't explain?
My heart would rather be beaten than evaded
I shall parish before I am once again brushed off someone's shoulder
I must calm my angry soul before I continue
writing

(a slight sizzle as the beautiful antidote of song rushes through my veins, cooling my boiling blood)

But he didn't know...
He didn't know how I'd suffered for him
I was the one who failed to communicate
But what I ASK YOU was I to do?
boast of my foolish act of self-repudiation?

A symphony of ticks and tocks pushes thread through 

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

You have a talent that words obey....Well penned my friend....Whisk

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thank you

[kayamon215]

amazing poem so full of emotions you did a really good job with this one

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thank you