Pretend

Pretend

A Poem by T. Edana Talbott





















If I could pretend not to care,
If I could pretend you don’t make me rip out my hair,
I would.

If I could pretend to hate your face,
If I could pretend to not love the words you say,
I would.

All I can do is pretend,
To me you mean nothing.
Yet, I still feel something,
But I pretend that it’s nothing.

I can’t help the way I feel,
I can’t help my urge to kill,
All these feelings inside,
Your face floating through my mind..

All I can do is pretend,
To me you mean nothing.
Yet, I still feel something,
But I pretend that it’s nothing.

But all I can do is pretend…
And act like I don’t feel anything.

All I can do is...(lie to myself.)

All I can do is….(block out your image.)

All I can do is…(fake my happiness.)

All I can do is…(ache for your kisses.)

All I can do is…

Pretend.

© 2016 T. Edana Talbott


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Though, it's a gorgeously rendered piece of heartfelt emotion, Edena (love the name, BTW), I can use my imagination for far better things to "pretend" about. ; )

Still, this is not a poem about me, eh(?), but one of loneliness, unrequited or wayward love and yearning, with an ache nearly beyond enduring … this, I know of all too well.

Sometimes, when one hears/reads the tender voice and heart of a lady in despair, a man's chivalrous side is inspired; yet, it is but a poem, after-all, eh(?) … or, shall I just pretend it is? It feels so real, as excellent poetry should!

I've heard it said there is a certain beauty in sadness, and this piece stands as proof … thank you, Edena! ⁓ Richard

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard🖌

8 Years Ago

Gosh, Edena?
I wish you'd have let us know it is not about you, so I'd not have gotten so inv.. read more
T.  Edana Talbott

8 Years Ago

Haha you did NOT make a fool of yourself c: I very much appreciated your comment
Richard🖌

8 Years Ago

Thank you sincerely, Edena.



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Though, it's a gorgeously rendered piece of heartfelt emotion, Edena (love the name, BTW), I can use my imagination for far better things to "pretend" about. ; )

Still, this is not a poem about me, eh(?), but one of loneliness, unrequited or wayward love and yearning, with an ache nearly beyond enduring … this, I know of all too well.

Sometimes, when one hears/reads the tender voice and heart of a lady in despair, a man's chivalrous side is inspired; yet, it is but a poem, after-all, eh(?) … or, shall I just pretend it is? It feels so real, as excellent poetry should!

I've heard it said there is a certain beauty in sadness, and this piece stands as proof … thank you, Edena! ⁓ Richard

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard🖌

8 Years Ago

Gosh, Edena?
I wish you'd have let us know it is not about you, so I'd not have gotten so inv.. read more
T.  Edana Talbott

8 Years Ago

Haha you did NOT make a fool of yourself c: I very much appreciated your comment
Richard🖌

8 Years Ago

Thank you sincerely, Edena.
Pretending is very difficult!! Beautiful poem and very nicely you have depicted the true meaning of love

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

T.  Edana Talbott

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
One word "pretend" you used so nicely. But better you tend him to fall him in love with you rather just pretend. Excellent piece of art!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

T.  Edana Talbott

8 Years Ago

Thank you, and yes, nothing is better than the real thing.
Writer at last! Sky ~

8 Years Ago

Yes absolutely! Good to see you happy my friend :)

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Added on July 13, 2016
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Tags: sadness, heartbreak, pain, hurt, pretend, faking

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T.  Edana Talbott
T. Edana Talbott

El Cajon, CA



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