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Shame

September 07th, 2018

9/7/2018

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You betrayed me.

I trusted you and you
told me
he would love
me,
but
he didn't.

He just held me.

And that was enough for you, but
not for me.

I needed more. 

I needed the promise.

I needed the hope and the future and
the honor.

And he didn't honor me.  He held me
and then he let me go.  Left.
Just left.  Not saying he was leaving.  He
just stopped coming.

Left me.

You poor silly heart!

You really believed it, didn't you?
You believed he would love me.
You did.

He didn't.

What do we do now, my heart?
You don't really know much, do you?
What do I do now with what you tell me?
Trust you?  Laugh at you?  Ignore you?

---

I must heal you now first because you are broken.

Heal you.

We'll do that first. 
Then there will be nothing left to do.
1 Comment
Liz Herselman
11/19/2018 06:32:48 pm

I read this when you posted it, and liked it and scrolled on, as we do when we Facebook scroll.

I'm glad children of other gods made me stop tonight. Or 4.31 in the morning, after two hours of reading an old friend's poetry, and trying to connect the dots, however you tell me not to.

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      • Ownership
    • Out >
      • Ashes to Ashes
      • Tomorrow
      • Ouch
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      • Tigger
      • You're lying
      • Not talking
      • The Children of other Gods
    • Me >
      • Sleeping in the half-light
      • Body Parts
      • Home
      • Underwater
    • The Others >
      • Hard Places
  • My Heart
    • Broken >
      • Broken-hearted
      • chest pain
      • Eating Tears
      • Shame
      • Dead
      • Heartbroken (Why?)
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      • A love song
      • Voice
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