People always have this mindset that we writers are feeling exactly what we wrote about. It's kind of amusing:P Anyway, this poem was, as you can tell, something I was thinking of while listening to a Kelly Clarkson song( I really do love revenge songs.) Love isn't beautiful and perfect all the time. Hence, this poem. :)
THAT "LOVE" STORY:
Here’s the introduction,
We started out friends.
Innocent, unknowing little children,
Unaware of cycles and love trends.
Then, there came the rising action,
We both fell out of love.
I was lost, scared and afraid,
I think that’s when cupid gave me the shove.
The thing was, I didn’t’ notice anything,
I didn’t see your plans or your history.
Your tricks, your strategies, or your schemes,
I started liking you, slowly but surely.
Look, I even fell for your stupid love poems,
And I couldn’t understand many things.
My own Mother told me that I was mad,
But to me, it was just an innocent fling.
Soon, we have the ultimate climax,
When you told me that you liked me.
Of course, I was happy and delighted,
For my world was perfect then, it had seemed.
And then, I started noticing things;
Your mood swings, volatile bipolarism.
But it meant nothing to me then,
For I was brought up in a family of mental disorders and sarcasm.
Then, I started hearing things;
Like how you broke the heart of that girl.
And I was like, “Wait, does he really like me?”
So I started to doubt and stop being so sure.
And so, the falling action starts,
I was blind to your faults.
I was raised protected against big bad wolves,
Shielded from reality and ugly thoughts.
I was the perfect game for you,
So sweet, unassuming and innocent.
You couldn’t resist making a hole in my heart,
You couldn’t stop locking me up and taking away my freedom.
Then, your ultimate flaw surfaced:
You couldn’t resist manipulating your toys.
I became your next puppet,
The pawn in your chess game, the grand ploy.
Lucky for me, you got tired soon enough,
So you gave up, dumped me in a corner and left.
I was made to pick up the smashed pieces of myself,
Dig under all the waste and smelly trash.
Thanks to you, I’ve finally stepped into the real world,
I remembered that as I built myself up again.
Oh, I remembered every insult, action, hurt,
And most importantly, I remembered the pain.
When I was done, I sought you out,
And played you to my game.
You didn’t stand a chance against my rules,
You lost, ending in humiliation and shame.
How can I say this? You taught me,
How to guard against animals and hurt.
I shall never be caught off guard again,
By players, flirts, two-faced jerks.
In conclusion, I had changed.
I shed my innocent mind frame,
And came to realize that maybe,
I was built to tear down and tame.
I guess I lost myself in meeting you;
The ability to fear and be all terrified.
I became ruthless, cold, merciless, so,
I guess this is what it takes to survive.