It was forbidden love, she was not meant to fall for the
man of his nature.He had no self respect; love to him was only a game.They were together for a while; he twisted his way out
of all he did wrong.She forgave and forgave; her love for him was blind. He had his luck for a while, but luck was all it was. It didn’t take long for his true colours were suddenly exposed.She was broken, she was depressed, and she had no more
faith in this world.Will she ever learn to trust a man again? Has he broken her
to a point of no repair?She looks back on what was, she wished she hadn’t been
so blind. It was forbidden love, she was not meant to fall for the
man of his nature.
Haunting. I watch this type of ordeal just about every day. Females like the bad boy image, but not the actuality of it. Then when they finally meet a decent person, their learned behaviour of untrusting wrecks the situation. Or maybe males are just dumb...yah, we are. I'm going with that.
I really like the prose style that it is formatted in. It adds a hurriedness to it, which I like. The chiasm here is nice, it fits in both places and becomes more impactful the second time. The transition of emotions in the read is quick and sharp, as the poem dictates so kudos there as well. The emotion just emanates off the page. Well done.
I like how the last line is repeated at the end, it really reinforces it and it actually changes its impact. The first time it's just a simple note, but then the last one actually has depth to it, it has meaning. I enjoyed the story also in this.
Haunting. I watch this type of ordeal just about every day. Females like the bad boy image, but not the actuality of it. Then when they finally meet a decent person, their learned behaviour of untrusting wrecks the situation. Or maybe males are just dumb...yah, we are. I'm going with that.