How Could You?
How could you do this to me?
How could you just
throw me aside like trash,
filthy garbage,
stale leftovers?
Did I not once mean
more than that to you?
Didn’t we both
promise each other
to love and to hold
and cherish each other?
I know I messed up,
I know that I failed,
but I don’t deserve this –
I never deserved this –
and that stranger you
dragged in from some
hole in the ground
deserves so much more
that to be dragged all around
by you, so you
can prove that you’re fine.
To prove that you
no longer are mine.
I know that I hurt you,
that I shattered
your soul – the soul
that I promised
to love and to hold;
but you can’t treat me this way –
not ever, not now –
you can’t trade me in,
no matter the how
or the what or the when
or the who or the why.
You made me a promise
that I’d never cry.
And if that was the truth,
then why am I
crying,
inside –
my God! I feel like I’m
dying!
Alone.
Oh God, I feel so alone!
Why are you
breaking my
heart?
How could you do this?
I thought you loved me!
Why, my Love,
are you breaking
my heart?
Such passion throughout this post! Such honesty! We all feel that at some point, and it’s best said, so it can then be left behind, in the past, where it eventually belongs!
May 23, 2012 at 5:56 pm
Thank you, Janet! And you are absolutely right about letting it be said and left in the past (even if that’s easier said than done).
May 23, 2012 at 9:36 pm
Life spins out of control and holding on seems like the only thing we can do… And pray that they (or we) see the other side. Good to know we are not alone. Thank you for allowing me the chance to read. Really needed this.
May 23, 2012 at 9:29 pm
Gayle, if you were the only one who read this, who truly appreciated it, I wouldn’t have cared. I love it when my poetry and stories touch people, even if it’s only one person. :)
Thank you for your comment, and remember:
You are never alone. :)
May 23, 2012 at 9:40 pm
:)
May 23, 2012 at 9:53 pm
So very real and so eloquently written. I’ve been on both sides of this one. I’m not proud to admit. Somehow it feels so much more noble to be the wounded party, but the truth is . . . there are only wounded parties in a situation like this.
How is that something that starts so good can turn so hurtful and sad?
A terrific piece of writing!
May 23, 2012 at 11:30 pm
*beams* Thank you so much, Miss D! This is a piece inspired by a friend, so I haven’t actually suffered this myself, but I understand and empathize enough to feel their pain.
And I know I’ve already harped on this enough, but I must say I am absolutely delighted to see you here again. Seriously, I’m having trouble containing my elation. xP
May 23, 2012 at 11:36 pm
Wow very powerful words that just go through my heart…:)
It’s hurting and yet so beautiful…
WOW. JUST WOW.
May 24, 2012 at 12:18 am
Haha, wow! Thank you, Joan! Your comment made me smile. :)
And thanks for stopping by! I always appreciate new voices. :)
May 24, 2012 at 12:19 am
This is an angry, emotionally charged testimony to our times and perhaps any time. Human relationships and their love interweaving with hate, have inspired writers from Homer to Hemingway. Great writing.
May 24, 2012 at 1:30 am
Thank you, David, for your insightful response. Definitely made me pause and smile. :)
May 24, 2012 at 1:33 am