I’m Sorry, But … MAG

April 4, 2016
By emilybickerdyke BRONZE, King Of Prussia, Pennsylvania
emilybickerdyke BRONZE, King Of Prussia, Pennsylvania
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He made you feel ethereal
Like you were too pure to be touched.
Whispering subtle blandishments,
Reassuring you of things worth your worry.
You let him weigh you down
With chains as heavy as lead.
He was a snake, a boa;
Constricting you of your liberties
Again and again, he hurt you.
I told you to leave him for good.
You agreed, utterly and compliantly,
Then proceeded to let him back in.
I’m not a sympathetic ear,
So I suggest finding someone else.
I’m sorry he broke your heart,
But I just got so sick of warning you.

The author's comments:

This poem is about a close friend of mine who allows her perception of love to blind her, which ultimately ends up hurting her in the end. I hope this poem acts as a wake-up call to those like my friend, and they finally realize their self-worth. 

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FirexIce24 said...
on Apr. 12 2016 at 5:46 am
Beautifully eloquent language

heatwave57 said...
on Apr. 11 2016 at 2:12 pm
heatwave57, ., Florida
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