The Other Man

 

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The Other Man . . .

Just when I thought he doesn't affect me,
the memory starts to haunt me. 
I hear he's available again
torn between anger and loss,
still yearning for him to want me,
but he won't. 
He'll never know what he did to my heart
and how I will never be the same. 
I can't move forward, because he stole my soul. 
I can't put him in my past, because I don't want to bury the memory behind. 
I was his doll, he could show to the world,
but when he was finished,
he'd lock me up like his personal prisoner.
How did I submit to this cruelty?  How?
Believing his words were true yet deceptive.
His eyes captivated me,
entrusting his intentions were true,
but he was a thief
that robbed my heart,
when he said, "I love you"
while he was locked in the gaze of my eyes.
As he held me in his arms
touching me so tenderly.
I am his fool.
All it would take
for him to call my name,
and I will be there
just to show him
I never stopped loving him.
But I know full and well
it's just an illusion.
What we had,
is what I will never feel again.
So, have I conform to be
his puppet?
Have I?

By:  Chong N. Kim
September 18, 2008

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Tough when you are the odd person out, a well written poem a pleasure to read your poetry.