Black Rose Mistress

A poem based on a story of a woman in conflict.

BLACK ROSE MISTRESS

 

I am a mistress, yes the other woman

I fulfill the meaning of the black rose

Beginnings and death

I am the toy that makes this man happy

I give what his woman does not handle for him

Not proud at all for being the other woman

Tried so hard not to be that woman

In a whirlwind of friendship and problems

I became the other woman

Not yet reaching the mistress status

For years I just remained the other woman

Being okay with that status instead of mistress

I listened, encouraged and cheered on this man

Even tried to explain what and how you were feeling as a woman

Continued to fight against becoming the mistress

One day, with a kiss that knocked us both for a loop

I went from the other woman to mistress

The mistress of the black rose

I started dying each time he went home to you

Every time he mentioned your name it started breaking pieces from my heart

I could no longer give explanations or advice to help you

Wishing you would walk away again

Which is where I became acquainted with him before

Dying each day knowing that he will stick with you

Because even though I know he loves me...he loves you more

He denies this and thinks that I do not know that he lies to me

And again, with each lie I die

I break up with him constantly and he will not let me go of his hold

He is to me the alcohol in the veins that I can not seem to get out of me

Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning

...I leave ready to fight to win

Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor

I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time

I just do not know how to break the vicious cycle of death and beginnings

Now do you see why I call myself the Black Rose Mistress

Reviews

[Janice Ann]

This is a seriously deep subject matter and I give you kudos for writing such a real piece! And I appreciate the honesty in this piece...and reality is you really can't help who you fall in love with, it is something that grabs a hold and just won't let go! My favorite lines, well one of them, is; "Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning
...I leave ready to fight to win
Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor
I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time" Wonderful write, very true and raw...

[Amant Cache]

I felt like I could relate to her through your writing. It was a heart felt agony to be a part of such a life. I enjoy your writing style; there doesn't seem to be any specific pattern. It's as though you are just saying exactly what comes to mind, no pause to find a better word. The words themselves are enough. If I could critique only one thing, it would be the last line; it goes without saying and your writing is so much stronger than that line.

[luke312]

Very Nice Miss Rose.

[Ants']

Profound write down, extremely insightful read on remorseful decision one makes for affection, remember for every action there is a reaction. A Powerful poem, literally feeling sympathetic *hugs*

[Joanna Maharis]

A beautifully written. I like the way as a writer you show inner conflict that is going on inside the narrator both psychological and emotional. Well done.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Wow,so deep and forthright. I am left wondering whether this it truth or fiction...just curious. This poem came to me recommended and I see why...it reminds me a bit of my piece 'Historical Knight' - if you get a chance please read and comment. Well expressed emotions and sentiments here. Thanks so much for sharing such depth.
Light,
Siddartha

[Maria F. Rojas]

I am a mistress, yes the other woman
I fulfill the meaning of the black rose
Beginnings and death

it grabbed my eyes because I was in the situation once and I totally feel this.

Because even though I know he loves me...he loves you more

Yeah, it was hurtful knowing his feelings and wishing to be the one to be loved ever more.

He is to me the alcohol in the veins that I can not seem to get out of me
Each AA meeting I go to boost me up to start a new beginning
...I leave ready to fight to win
Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor
I fall off that wagon again even though it takes a little longer for me to fall each time
I just do not know how to break the vicious cycle of death and beginnings

this one is my favorite line, and yes that is difficult to get out of it til you find a way out for good and once for all.

Love this poem!

[Nathan Thompson]

Love can be a wonderful blessing or a terrible curse. I too have loved the wrong person but for me it was unrequited and as such the pain was minimal compared to those that are trapped in love to someone so...uncaring for your own feelings. Love we need it and hate it in equal amounts. Thank you for writing this.

[Ladysue]

An emotionally powerful piece that captures the feeling flawlessly. I love the part from...Then he hits me with the smell and taste of that brown liquor. Excellent...

[Bennett Logan]

I really like they way this reads as a confession. There's no blame or real animosity--just a clear statement of what's been on the heart and mind. Truly good stuff.

[Lady V]

This piece is great. We fall into situation very easy when it comes to our heart and they are the hardest to get out of. I have definately been the star of this poem in my life before and it always leads to disaster. I enjoyed reading this piece.

Live, love and Learn

Lady V