Love never even enters in
when the harsh words begin to fly.
It's all "You said/I said"
and we've both violated the rules.
My intentions are never to harm
but your perceptions assume too much,
explanations don't get through.
Words get muddled,
meanings twist in the wind.
My heart feels squeezed.
I stutter and stumble,
trip over what I want you to hear,
but fall unsatisfied,
my message being sent
but lost in translation.
My brain turns soft,
feels toxic.
When we met, you asked me to dance,
but I politely turned you down.
You flashed that killer smile and said,
"I'm sorry. I only meant to say
you look fat in those pants."
That should have been warning enough,
but I took you as a challenge,
and now you've poisoned my brain
so that I no longer know
what is wrong or right
or even what I really meant to say.


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Then the line,"When we met you asked me to dance." That could have been a line between my parents who met at a dance and had a storm relationship.
Beautiful poem. I got lots out of this.
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for posting to our group. Cheers, Julia
Good work. And I have to agree with William Dotani's comment above!
you look fat in those pants."
Quite brilliant!
If this poem is about you.....I've felt your grief.
Very good word flow. :-)
Define this, define that, but I don't live for definitions, I live for substance of action.
Let's plan this, let's plan that, but I don't, I live now and here and love here and now.
He is the point I never wanted to understand.
I am the point he missed =(