This Is Getting Old

Oh! Forgive me please

but sometimes poetry is what I need

 

now it's getting old

to you

now that it hits below the belt

now that it pains you

now that it's uncomfortable

now that it hurts

 

ask me to stop?

shall I listen to you,

acknowledge you?

respect your wishes?

 

shall I?

 

do you recall

my pleas

my begging

for you to stop,

speak clearly

 

I was hurting

you tormented me

 

yet you carried on

your entertainment meant far more to you

than the feelings of the one who you supposedly "spoke" to

 

shall I stop?

now that it's no longer fun, no longer a game?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Zarathustra]

I like the feeling you give the reader using only your words.
It's very well written and I plan to follow your work