Resilience

Played me like a fool
But I'm still standing
Made me believe your lie
But I'm still standing
Tossed me to the side
But I'm still standing

I reached into the darkness
And found a pretty flower
Most flowers wilt quickly
But this one stayed alive
You did not turn away
Your ears remained open

So I tended the flower
We spoke together
Shared laughs together
Had fun together
And made plans together
The flower was nearing bloom

Blooming day was upon us
I was ready to come to you
Share our stories over lunch
Three weeks into gardening
All that effort to grow
Time to make something happen

Then as if out of nowhere
The flower wilted to dust
Over one photograph
All that time spent connecting
Guess it was nothing but fluff?
A story filled with nothing

But you know what?
I'm still standing

Don't need you hun
Thanks for taking three of my weeks
Three weeks of emotional topics
Of hopes, of dreams, of connections
Thought you were a good person
But obviously I was wrong

But everything is okay
Because I'm used to pain
Used to rejection
It was daily life for me
I prayed for a drastic change
And God hath delivered

But guess what?
On that same day
Another flower was found
One that was not rotten inside
You got plucked from my life
And honestly, that's your loss

I am too resilient to care
Got better things to do
Good luck growing though
Because I'm sure you believe
Believe in your own innocence
It saves you from the guilt

Sorry to say
But this is reality
That trick doesn't work
Not without consequence
You took the easy road out
So good luck growing again

Author's Note

Three weeks of bonding and connection, thrown to the wolves. All because I was "ugly".

Too easy. I don't need a snake in my life

Reviews

[barleygirl]

When I consider your message on an everyday humanistic level, I strongly relate to how this person (appears to be autobiographical) is understandably fed up with the superficial aspects of online friendship/romance. I get from your poem this breakup was brought on becuz of a photo, but I needed the author's note to really get the gist of why this was such an outrage & hurtful situation. It might have been nice to have more details in the poem to help us get the details of how this went down. I believe that details paint a more vivid situation. Another thing your poem shows us is why so many men never use a selfie as an avatar & most rarely show a selfie at all. The nice thing about being writers is that we relate to each other without the distraction of physical (sometimes) Fondly, Margie