Second Time Around

Second time Around

 

Everything's different the second time around. I no longer crave your touch or wish to want to hold you down. I don't wish for you much and could care less who you flaunt around town.

Everything's different the second time around. I only want your sex is all, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing you have to offer me but a sexual release of stress.

Ever things different the second time around. You can't hurt or destroy me any longer, and you plain out suck. You were a lump of cancer in my heart that would not get unstuck.

Ever things different the second time around. I avoid telling what you want to hear and what you feel you need to say. I wouldn't want to make you feel like you have more power than you do on any given Sunday.

Everything's different the second time around. My intelligence has grown to an extraordinary length, which created this gigantic monster of strength.

Everything's different the second time around. See, you forgot to notice and yet understand that you cause this new difference; I start proudly. I speak my truths and say my rights blood and rather loudly.

Ever things different the second time around. I often wondered how things could have been if you weren't such a prick. But then I started to realize that you being normal would have been an immortal sin.

Everything's different the second time around. You can't make me do anything for you. Not even be there for you, provide, or give a s**t whenever you can't make do. You have tried to make me a wasteland of used-up love. You wanted to drown me in a pool of manifested premeditated hurt. Never giving a thought about dragging about me in the dirt. It was my fault this time around. I allowed you to use and fool me, for you never let me be. I gave up on the illusion I made for you. There is no love living here for two……. I never told you no, and so……………. the result is. The end has ultimately come crashing down.… For you see………

Everything's different the second time around.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Sheesh, Tiffany!🍂

It seems such a sad, distraught situation for you, Hon … I would wish sooo much more for a lovely, kindhearted, delightfully voluptuous lady like yourself.
Love your pic, and the title swept me up into your moment, but it's how you express and dance your words across the page, up into the tenderest corners of my heart that captivated and held me, made me read and feel this for the second time around … even better, if that's the right word … more intent and effective … how's that?. ; )
"I only want your sex is all nothing more nothing less." Seems the guy ended-up luckier than he deserves. 😏
I really enjoy your writing style in Poetic Prose, Tiffany … only a few wee bits to address would take this to virtual perfection, but nothing's lacking that takes away from the full impact of your depth in expression, emotion, and yearning for something farrr better and more well deserved -- fact or fiction, this one'll stay with me.

Either way, good stuff, Lady-Poet … you've hit hard in all my sensitive spots.
Thank you ever-so warmly for sharing You, Tiffany … hugs! ⁓ Richard 🍃

PS: You might enjoy the flip side of yours in my humble poem, "Old Love (second thoughts)". https://www.writerscafe.org/RichardJ/writing/

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Tiffany.
"Everything’s different second time around. "
After the bad days, hard to find the good days. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote