Do You?

Do you enjoy it? Hurting me the way you do.

You tell me we are fine, and then behind my back you can’t wait to get out. You tell me this will work, but you already feel it won’t. You get your wires crossed and assume the untrue. You say you’re not jealous, but I can’t mention my friend. You say I’m the one with issues, but you believe everyone but me. You can’t see what is right in front of your face, a woman screaming how much she wants to be with you and only you and how much you mean to her.

Do you enjoy it? Hurting me the way you do.

Do you find amusement in killing me with lies? I thought we would last, that is how you made it seem. You pull things out of midair. You feel I want others. You feel I have issues. You feel I have too much on my shoulders. Yet you can’t feel how I feel about you and only you. I thought it was clear as day that all I wanted was to be happy with you.

Do you enjoy it? Hurting me that way you do.

How much more clearly could it possibly be that you matter so much to me? How can you not see it? How can you not see the way I look at you? How can you not hear the joy in my voice? How can you not feel the feelings in my hugs?

Do you enjoy it? Hurting me the way you do.

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear HopelessRomantic

I am so pleased you have joined this site

I write and review like everyone else here, but I at times write long but I hope constructive (be it positive or gently negative) reviews.

If they are long, it is often only because I am moved or there is a spark of immediate recognition. Comments:

1) Style? It feels like poetry in prose, but yet it isn't. Does it matter? No. It worked for me. I especially liked the meaningful repetition of the words: "Do you enjoy it? Hurting me the way you do". They add passion to an already passionate piece.

2) Content, meaning, recognition and emotion.

I have observed throughout the 53 years I have inhabited the blue planet, the syndrome of love / marriage / partnership, the painting you so elegantly draw.

I am sure I am not the only one. But I have seen it up close and personal, having watched the break-up of friends' relationships, my own (though I now again have a steady partner) but also at times the hurt and harm caused whilst they endure.

Love becomes a war. The first spark is lost. Possession takes over as if" you are my property and no-one else's. It is my job to box you in", whereas in my view selfless love should be the kind where in giving, you set the others soul free and help them be the best that they can be.

Partners start being shown up in company, not even in the hidden world of home life.

Look I could go on and on about this poem for an eternity. But I need to discipline myself more these days otherwise the emotions writing sparks in me result in a commentary longer than the piece itself! I may already have done so here.

3) Conclusion? You moved me. This is a window into the soul of a fellow-traveller. An accomplished piece of writing.

With my warmest regards


James

[HopelessRomantic]

Thank you for your review. I wrote this a few years ago before I finally had the courage to leave the guy this was about. 18 months of abuse and all I wanted was his love.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Then I got it in one. Thank you for this piece. I admire your honesty and style, James

[KeelyJane]

You seem to have the same inspirational influence I do. Your writing has I the a substance I recognize. Very emotionally charged. Nice job!

[TLK]

Do you really want to hurt me?