Your praises meet my silence
Your jests fall flat at my feet
Your taunts meet my ambivalence
and you wonder why nothing you say or do
grabs my attention anymore.
I used to want to laugh at your jokes
that I did not find funny. I used to smile
and joust back at your taunts. I used to want
to hear your praise.
I used to want to give us a try. So bad
that I lost sleep over whether I really
liked you or I just wanted to like someone,
and you happened to show interest first.
I lost sleep on how to get you to open up
more. You can't build anything on just physical
attraction. You taught me that.
You taught me people can flirt even when they are
tied to another. And you taught me I could seduce
someone even without trying. Or was it you who seduced
me and made me run around blind for almost 4 months?
Thank you for teaching me the dance of lust and
building my immunity against male desire. I push,
you pull back. You pull, I push back. I push back and
you pull me. You were never serious, just out for fun
and some attention.
After I realized I wanted you to suffer, so I did
whatever you did, no feelings attached. But that's
what you wanted all along and I couldn't let you win.
So now I have decided to cut it, your supply of
validation and attention. I'll pretend you don't exist.
Thought I was naive? Think again. You know what
went wrong. So why that wounded expression?
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
