Once more
a fool I have been
allowing my heart
my hopes
to arise
to fill me
moron that I am.
One would think
nay
one who is smart
would know
to ignore the stubborn heart
those emotions
the feelings
remembering pain
anguish
when the heart broke anew
again
(and again
and again.)
Sitting here
sight blurred
veil of tears
aching
realizing
I have played my foolish game.
Allowing you behind the curtain
allowing you to see me
the one
hidden behind the public facade
none know the secrets I hide.
You made me
(make me)
feel safe.
I opened
(open)
myself to you.
Foolish woman I be.
Time has come
to be undone
to lock
throw away the key
protect myself
from…..
me.
©June 13/19
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As writing is a lovely portrayal of errors we can all make in love. I just hope it is poetry and not your real life 🙂
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Thank you. It is poetry. Remembered feelings. 😊
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This is how a woman feels when trusting and failing again. Its not her failing that interests me, its her ability to trust again and play the same game over and over. Simply amazing!
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your doing so. 😊
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You’re welcome 💖👍💕🎈
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❤❤
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powerful and very welled written thanks for sharing
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Thank you. 😊
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Protect myself from me!
So beautiful!👏
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Thank you so much. 😊
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