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When did you stop loving how I made you feel?
When did it stop being fun,
Telling me about your life,
About your victories,
Your conquests?
When did you stop needing me to put the demons to sleep?
When did you stop feeling them bite
And gnaw and torture
You in the middle of the night?
Does she wake up when you do,
Sweating and shaking and hearing someone screaming in your dreams?
Or does she sleep on, blissfully unaware
Of all those fears, of all that emptiness
That you always shared with me?
Was I valuable because I knew your monsters,
Knew the voices,
Knew how you felt?
And now, now that you're telling yourself it's all in the past,
You don't want a reminder of the darkness?
Did you keep me despite my madness,
Or because of it?
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoStrong feelings clearly and well expressed.
I have just read 'Figuring it out' & thought I would comment on this first. You did not deserve your 2 score and you certainly did not deserve the anonymous comment. Odd - we do not usually get those in the poetry sections.
A fair few poems appear about feelings over someone who has left us (and it has happened to us all). This is greatly superior to the vast majority - unlike many you do not sink into self pity and self justification. A good poem.
The last two lines really made me sit up and think.
Anonymousabout 10 years agoI mean, I'd be pissed if someone wrote this about my husband.
