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The Eclectic Pen - Poison in the Wound

By: Sara C. (mustangirl)  
Date Submitted: 9/7/2010
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 320

  I stand in my room
First you are there
Then you are gone
My heart collapses

You controlled my emotions
You did not allow weakness
It drained you to support me
You gave me one last chance

That was poison in the wound
I poured myself into you
Tried every minute to please you
It was never enough

We were on the same level
You were never happy with who I was
Always criticizing how I could improve
This level was skewed

I had to take control of you
Keep you organized
This took its toll on me
You drained me unknowingly

You were going through tough times
I had stress to deal with
I could not talk to you anymore
Fear of breaking loomed

You treated me well
You complimented my body
You called me beautiful
You had nothing else to say

I had to pick myself up
You were never there for me
Concern only for your weaknesses
Your control is lacking

You were the only real stress in my life
Balancing a lead weight on one finger
It had to fall sometime
The stress put on me more than I could handle

You didnít see the truth behind my pain
You ignored it to focus on yourself
I suffered in the corner

You jumped into this relationship
You could not control your hormones
You did not want to control them
You ran when the going got tough

I was there for us
I gave it everything I had
Working on the criticisms you pointed out
So quick to judge

You controlled my life
Every opinion I had was flawed
My logic was not sufficient
My independence fading away

I said goodbye to independent thought
Every problem I brought up
Quick to discount it
Feeling small and unappreciated

You blame your faults on your past
You have tried to fix them
Time helped you work on it
Yet more still lays in wait

No one can help you
You wonít let them
You are a special case
I was there for you

You didnít judge
You discounted anyone who disagreed
I cannot help you
You wonít let me in

The weight lifts off my shoulders
I slowly detached
My friends surround me
God fills my heart again

The freedom I have
Focus on myself
Free of criticism
Free to be me

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Denise S. (spankey) - 9/8/2010 1:43 PM ET
sounds like a lot of pain. I admire your strength in removing yourself from such a bad relationship, while I am certain it had wonderful parts.
Marta J. (booksnob) - 9/13/2010 8:54 PM ET
Good, cathartic work!
Rosalinda V. (rlinda) - 10/5/2010 6:51 PM ET
The pain and sorrow will make you fly to see new tomorrows. God as your guide will see your sacrifice.
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