Love, Sadistic

When love clouds your judgement such, that it takes a stranger to open your eyes...

I watched you smiling, laughing

Her hand resting on your thigh

I watched her teasing, flirting

As your hand creeped up her side

 

Do I matter to you, the way you do

Have I such a desperate heart

That I’d swallow the pain, you put me through

Out of fear that our paths might part

 

I watched you whisper, smelling her hair

Her hand now stroking your leg

I watched her blush and bite her lip

As your hand reached up to her neck

 

Where is my pride, my self respect

Maybe I’m just over reacting

Is it worth turning this, into a lover's tiff

Am I the only one finding this offending

 

As her shoulder strap fell, so did his fist

Lifting you clean out of the chair

With a curt little nod, he grabbed her wrist

As he generously paid for my fair

 

With a bloodied smile, bemused by your tryst

You reached out your hand for me to assist

My hand you did find, like a quaint little kiss

To that bloodied cheek, that grin no longer shared

 

Indignant you screamed, you yelled out my name

Hoard me to the world and brought me to shame

Yet it bothered me none, for my eyes finally saw

That my bleeding heart, had been fatally flawed

 

If not for the kindness of the stranger that night

What would have become, would I have seen the light

I fear had I not, I’d be another statistic

Of relationships teetering on the brink of sadistic

Author's Note

Next time you see a woman in distress and you think, "Well why don't you just leave him you stupid woman!" Take a deep breath, and think of all the stupid things you have done for the sake of love...

Reviews

[DirectTangent]

Whoa.
At first I am uncomfortable with what I see developing between the two, then am relieved by her rescue and by the clear view of things that you, as the narrator/observer derive as a result of the interaction she observes.
I think the person who resorts to violence against another reveals a distinct depravity of intelligence

[Carbon Muse]

As the old adage goes ... we write what we know.

With brutal honesty, I was the observer that night, I was the women scorned ... and it replay's in my mind like some horror movie, maybe that is why I penned it to begin with ... to try and make peace with my demons. It seems poetry is becoming an unexpected cathartic experience for me.

Not just the betrayal of seeing him flirt so overtly with someone else, not just that it was, in fact, someone else's girlfriend to boot, not even the depravity of him asking my hand to help him up and acting as though it was nothing serious or the fact that he made me feel as though we were partners in crime. It was the shame that I felt for not having the courage to step in before it had already gone too far.

I wanted a serious relationship ... he wanted to "have fun". He thought it a big joke, I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces.

Yes, he had a screw loose ... so do I and I think the mixture of us two together, just had an effect of throwing water on an oil fire.

Violence was the only thing left that he would understand ... he had no moral compass to speak of and for some reason, I couldn't admit it, till someone else shared my view.

Love is truly blind ...

Thanks for your review and comments! I truly appreciate it!

[DirectTangent]

I don't know if it has any value in saying but too often, it seems to me, women caught in similar situation berate themselves for not seeing things for what they were and fault themselves, taking on some responsibility for the abuse. I reject this categorically. Yes, love is blind, but no one asks to be struck, and this should not be something for which the abused should be apologetic.

[surfingdragoncat]

sorry for jumping in. Great poem, great follow up. interesting thing to note though, there is a double edged sword. The woman who was flirting with the man. "women" in this situation could easily apply to a man. This feeling of despair, why didn't i see through it, seems to be just a human condition of trusting, or wanting to trust, in the good in people. Wanting to feel like someone special. Love is blind, as was said. Realizing your trust and love is misplaced is one of the scariest things ever because it is losing trust in the other person who you care about... but more importantly in your own decision on who to love. Will you find love again if you can't trust your own judgment? that fear is what really drives it, which this poem captures perfectly! will copy paste as review for you.

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you for your insights and yes, the shoe can so easily be on the other foot. Through all the hurt and pain we go through ... no experience is wasted. Seems strange to say but at times one should be thankful for the painful lessons we learn and the strength it gives us to try again.

[KingDavid]

Wow. That was deep. A poem that gives a clear view about how things tend to work out in a ill afflicted relationship. This was a really powerful piece. Great job.

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you ^_^

[AYVID N]

The poem is a perfect portrayal of an abusive relationship. I call it abusive as the loved one is totally insensitive to the hurt he is causing so casually and callously. Every emotion of pain and betrayal comes through effectively here. A great read again.

[Carbon Muse]

You are absolutely right in calling it abusive ... There's more than one form of abuse and at times I feel as though emotional trumps the physical. Physical hurt heals, emotional scars remain ... sometimes indefinitely.

Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment, much appreciated.

[AYVID N]

You are welcome. It is a pleasure.

[Bohrium Guy]

Your imagery is exciting and vibrant. Good write. Thanks for sharing this piece.

~Rob~

[Carbon Muse]

I'm glad you liked it so and thank you for reading!

[surfingdragoncat]

Great poem, great follow up. interesting thing to note though, there is a double edged sword. The woman who was flirting with the man. "women" in this situation could easily apply to a man. This feeling of despair, why didn't i see through it, seems to be just a human condition of trusting, or wanting to trust, in the good in people. Wanting to feel like someone special. Love is blind, as was said. Realizing your trust and love is misplaced is one of the scariest things ever because it is losing trust in the other person who you care about... but more importantly in your own decision on who to love. Will you find love again if you can't trust your own judgment? that fear is what really drives it, which this poem captures perfectly!

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you for the compliment and great insights ... oh so true. At the core, we are selfish beings as most we do is driven by our bodies needs... It's whether we are able to see others needs as well that justifies our own selfish nature.

As for trust ... it is a blind leap we have to take for how can we expect others to trust us when we don't trust them or our selves. The chances of getting burnt is always there, yet the joy we might find instead, outweighs the pain.

Nothing ventured ... nothing gained.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Oh how like moths we are to love's flame at times......and then we do it again and again.

Stirring writing!

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you!

One can almost say that LOVE is in fact the true defenition of insanity read moreThank you!

One can almost say that LOVE is in fact the true defenition of insanity

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." ~ Albert Einstein

( hehe, I am actually caught off guard by your comment as I was just about to post a poem on "moth to a flame" and the definition of insanity )

[reetu]

Very dark poem with various deep-though themes. Well written. I just love this. You really deserve full score

[Carbon Muse]

Wow! Thank you so much, I can't say how flattered I am that you liked it so much.

Thank yo for your kind, kind comments!

[B. Boileau]

There's a lot of character in what youve captured. Sometimes blind love isn't a good thing and you've penned that perfectly. I like the flow and rhythm too.
bill

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you!

That is so true ...