It's too late for you to come back

"how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?" So Long, London

Now, I watch how hard you want me back

I used to have to beg you for it

But back then I was just a purse to you

I was a medal you were after just for my reputation

And I thought you loved me because I was golden

you loved me because I was gold

I needed CPR and you were afraid it would be misunderstood in the news

I waited 40 minutes to die

And now you're calling me as if nothing happened

You used to try to hug me when there were only cameras

Now I have no money or reputation left and I am free to go.

but you hold on to me for my potential to gain

You are late for me while I'm alive

usually others regret it after they die.

You say you realized early what you made me go through

and I'm guilty again for not dying

but you came to me later than you think.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I am a old man now. I learn the hard way. Be kind, be gentle, be a friend.
"I was a medal you were after just for my reputation
And I thought you loved me because I was golden
you loved me because I was gold"
I did like the above lines. Sometime if we are lucky. We learn who is the people we need in a life and not. Thank you dear Beren. A powerful poem of questions.
Coyote

[Beren]

I can't forgive people who do things on purpose for me not to forgive them. Maybe when I'm older, I'll be in more peace.
Thank you so much sir, I appreciate your time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The question arises, "Why couldn't you just have loved me for me and not all the glitter that comes with the package?"
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

It'r really hard when we die to something and then it turns around and gives you what was needed before the dying. Resurrection must be required for this to be requited. 🙏🏻🕊️

[Beren]

I think we romanticize the past too much in our minds. And as humans, it's a good thing we tend to forget, otherwise life would be harder.
Thank you so much for your time!

[redd Brick Keshner]

So true! We see our memories with "rose-coloured lenses," so the saying goes. It must be a survival mechanism. 🕊️🙏🏻