The Valentine's Poem

Now a slightly different style of creative writing for me.  I knocked up, (excuse the pun) this over the past two days.  It's a fingers up to the sweep it under the carpet brigade, the ones who call you dramatic for voicing your opinions.  Society can have us feeling gagged.  We cannot express feelings for fear of looking desperate.  It takes guts to speak out.  Do not fear the people that want to verbally gag you, for they are the fearful ones.  Your thoughts?

♡ My valentine's Poem ♡

Fuck you for being the poison that broke me

I screamed like a banshee when I learned of the new family

Words failed me

Fuck you for making me feel completely worthless

For thinking only of yourself

Isn't it sad you were so jealous

I was lied to and disrespected

The anger was not as you expected

Fuck you for turning a blind eye

Fuck you for being disconnected

And thinking your child is bloody perfect

Fuck you for repeating history; breaking up our family

For having some fun

For thinking you can just make another one

Fuck you for looking me in the eye, and saying I'm imagining it

For insinuating I'm a lunatic

Fuck your ability to move on from the trouble and strife

While I try to hold together the old life

Fuck you for not thinking about our feelings

Fuck you for the abrupt ending

And for your pretending

Fuck you for taunting me with your future

Shared hopes and dreams of the past

How long will it last

I felt pain for your happiness

I had to endure misfortune for your perfectness

I suffered the mistakes to spare you the headaches

Now I feel an imminent proposal

Salt in the wounds it's completely delusional

How many times is that now?

What why and how

But the cruelest thing of all,

Is being made to believe I,

Was the Belle of the ball.

I will be spending my Valentines day with this little lady.  She's had her eye on a bouquet of Red Roses for a few weeks, so that's what I got her, along with the cooked breakfast and the mornings papers (kids mags).  She will be a happy kiddo!  Me? Pass the Lucozade. x

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