Thanks

Thanks,
It was nice pretending someone could
love me
for a while.
Though really it is not my style
to be accepted.
And I much appreciate your time
but understand I was rejected
Feel in no way bad,
the outcome was expected.
And while, of course, I'm sad
to be alone, dejected.
It was nice pretending for a while.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

That spirit of rejection is a heartless beast. I wish that feeling on no one.
You have captured the wayward soul. The want of it, but the endless ticking of the clock always keeping said soul in check.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for reading and understanding, I guess it's something we all go through. I appreciate your thoughtful words.

[iliOZ]

yeah, it is a strange feeling to be standing in a room full of people walking by without noticing me.
it is now an epidemic som say...
such a simple, straight forward gathering of feelings of this, bravo.

[Chris]

Now this one... goes with 3 A.M. coffee while you sit listening to electric hum and background tics of live passing.

One line missing ...can't we be friends?

[Marina]

I can relate to this poem, TS. As can many I assume. I find that when we lose out in relationships we tend to have a sense of gratefulness for the experience we were given, even as we are engulfed by overwhelming sadness. Its a strange phenomenon. Like we were never worthy of the love and we knew we would be abandoned at some point. The opposite is true of course; we are all worthy. Its just the way we process the loss, i suppose. I am sure there will be others gifting you their love. An excellent contribution. 💛

[barleygirl]

I love this poem on a few levels. I love it at face value, as a clear image of a person who automatically resorts to self-recrimination, sixteen seconds after someone gives him/her a compliment. I love this poem as a round-about "he's really not that into you" way to get a person to back off. I did this all the time in my wildly independent youth, telling guys I'm worthless, let me warn you, step back for your own safety! But also I love this message for the way you teeter-totter on the fence of sincerity & sarcasm, your delivery is precise & exquisitely satisfying! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the read and the review, your words are always welcome. She left me by email, six little words, and I thought I was the poet. Any chance we can just call and end this year? Murder hornets effing murder hornets on top of everything else?