The Woman You Love

Never Take Her for Granted

When you look at me
do you see her face?
Do you remember what
she tastes like first thing 
in the morning?
Do you recall
her scent
calling you to find
her smile
awaiting your kiss
beneath 
the sheets?
Do you reminisce on 
surrendering yourself
to her...
relinquishing your 
insecurities to find 
sanctity
in the beauty
of her spirit?
Do you thirst for her? 
Do you hunger for her substance
to ease the pangs
of gnawing emptiness,
consequent of
attempting to consume
waxed fruit?
Do you look into her eyes
and appreciate the audacity
of her to love you 
unconditionally?
Do you embrace her...
the woman she is...
the treasure she was to you...
the testament she epitomized
as a body of faithfullness,
loyalty, and love?
So again,
when you look at me
do you see her face?
Do you see who she was to you,
who I was to you?
I was the woman
who nourished you,
who fed your mind
with the fruits of my soul.
I was the woman
comforting you
in the wake of your nightmares
and supporting you
in the pathway to your dreams.
I was the woman
who had enough audacity
to love you beyond
your insecurities
because of my 
unconditional love
for you.
I was all of those things to you,
everyday of our life together, yet
you never saw WHO I was to you.
now that I'm gone
I'm the woman you love...
I'm the woman you love?
No, I'm the woman who loved you;
the woman you didn't appreciate.
the woman you let go.
the woman you replaced.
the woman you "love(d)".
I'm the woman
you wish she was.
So, now when you look at her
do you see my face?
Don't answer that
I'll answer for you...
yes.

Reviews

[Blank]

It's so hard to invest so much in another and receive little or nothing in return. This was very powerful, and a very honest piece. Such well articulated emotions, and I enjoyed how straight forward it was. Very relatable (unfortunately) which is the goal in writing, that others will read and feel a connection. Thank you very much.

[Teeya]

As a woman I find when a breakup happens, especially when on the receiving end, I'd always question myself about if I was good enough or why wasn't I enough for him, what does she have that I don't, etc...But when the realization would come that I was the best because I gave my best, and then he'd try to come back because the next woman made him realize the same, it tends to make the bitter a little sweeter:-)...Thanks so much for the read and the comment

[Gleb Zavlanov]

An honest, beautiful poem with a spectacular message! Really enjoyed reading it.

[Teeya]

Glad you liked it...thanks for reading:)

[Sami Khalil]

Yes and no. Maybe or maybe not...A fine write...:)

[Teeya]

Intriguing comment but appreciated just the same:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[zainul]

What a great write!
Thanks Teeya for the lovely piece.

[Teeya]

Thank you for taking the time to read and for your gracious comment:-)

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
This is my pleasure.