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His Rejection Still Stings. A Poem
His Rejection Still Stings. A Poem It's painful looking back Upon our numerous text messages Granted there were many laughs But also the hurtful things He said In the guise of being honest. He said we were Not a match. We could be friends But if sex came into The picture He doubts I could handle The fact that we were not Boyfriend and girlfriend. He always said Don't take it personally. It was just where He was at. But how could I not think It was due to Something I lacked? Then one day He really spoke the truth Of how very little He thought of me I was not from His socioeconomic class I was not as educated. That was the criteria He had to have met To be considered To be his girlfriend. Why does reading This from over a year ago Still hit me so hard In my gut? It is all there In black and white And highlighted Why I am inferior And will always be. Most people would Call him a first class jerk. The funny thing is He would agree. He knows himself You see These same people Would Pat me on the back And say I dodged a bullet By not getting involved with him. How right they would be How right they would be But even still His rejection still stings. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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I would keep that "even still..." my lady But instead of patting you on your back, I'd point you to the expanse ahead : Ominous but wonderful, and with a storm brewing... Cheers - P
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