Sunday, October 24, 2010

The other one (your mistress)

before I die
I will breath
understand the whys
I see  this is not love
you lie and I let you do it
I'm between you and her
hidden as a shadow
reduce to a  microbe
a cockroach trying to pleasure you
my mind, heart, body
fighting in a civil war
sometimes my mind wins 
but you start the fight again
and my weakness is your best weapon

I've forgotten myself
what do I deserve?
I see you and her
but not me
not even on a picture
the weekend girl
the other one
the one you want but not enough
and I'm dying
my soul is consumed
I don't have tears left
my body has become my enemy
and every Monday
I hate myself
I call for help

I'm still here
waiting, what?
you...a change..to wake up
I'm between your body and heart
you and her
but me? where is my heart
I don't see my eyes
reduce to nothing
feeling a piece of... fire
burning inside
with my lips closed, 
my tongue stuck
my thoughts forgotten
my feelings lost.

by Tutinea ©

9 comments:

  1. Tearful piece, yet seems free from tears. nice.

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  2. This is hard. You've well described the anger, desperation, humiliation and even the love that's still there. Good poem.

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  3. The desperation is palpable and your being the other one, hidden under shadows, living like a cockroach is powerful and poignant thought. I relate to it very much...

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  4. this feels really numb...the situation you paint is beastly painful...but i dont feel that in your words beyind the pain...

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  5. very well said....i could feel the pain all too easily....thanks for sharing..was a wonderful read...pete

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