Self Abused GroupieA Poem by BrokenPaladinO my dear, I see your stare, know that you have been lingering for over a year. To step in stride I almost did not take his ride, for it was you I feared. Consent in his face and reminders that you where willing to take any ones place. Days on end you would praying he would see you, yet this man he would blow you off and speak not a word of you. What pain you must felt but abuse of self comes in many ways. Contently thinking he dose not know much better and one day happy together. Cursing my name thinking I was not any better, why would he choose me when he could have you. A woman willing to let a man run all over her. Your strength is a sadden masquerade of pain an almost hope of wanted to take just any body. My dear my heart pours out to you as it did before , though you are older you think you know more. I know you are a woman scorned, you do not know your own actions where you try to find happiness your only setting your self up for the next inflection of broken hearts. You have already set the stage for your next infections. Your moment of subconscious opportunity appeared and as that groupie a mad rush to take it. Maybe in your own mind you set out to help to cure his pain and yours at the same time. You have helped the moment yet hurt the future and all those around it. You snatched up one I thought I once loved when he was at his lowest. Even now his mind, his heart, his soul is crashing. For it is his pride he speak not out right, yet you must see the signs and only choose to ignore them. For he will become a recluses and speak not out in fear of hurting you. But run as he dose , he will need solitude It is in being left to ones self he will heal , deal and continue to move on. But at some point the will moves on with out you. © 2011 BrokenPaladin |
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Added on January 1, 2011 Last Updated on January 1, 2011 AuthorBrokenPaladinSomeWhere Near Austin, TXAboutMy words are splattered but freedom is great for I found a place to run to and hide in more..Writing
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