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Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1686592
Old poem. Bad relationship.
                                I used to know a really sweet girl,
                              She was shy, but happy and strong.
                          She was loud, but quiet.
                        She was love, and I got used to her.
                      And I thought maybe she had gotten used to me.

                    Waking in the dawn, feeling her breathing next to me
                      A world of peace I could understand.
                        One year of blissful totality.
                          Less than a year until I loved you.

                            So afraid to lose your trust
                          I never knew how you would react.
                        We bit our tongues, looked away.
                    Was that why we grew awkward?

                  So, you pulled up your courage and you held out your hand
                You let me into the world I was dreaming of with a kiss
              And for that teetering moment of silence, I thought it was still a dream.
            And I could have jumped out of my skin, with the joy that I felt.

          But it seems we lasted only for so long,
            The year you loved me now is gone.
              I can still hear what you say about me
                And though I love you I wonder how long you wanted to be free

                The final fight was frightening,
                Do you remember that I didn't hit back?
              Do you remember how I cried?
            But I didn't leave you just then?

          No, it took awhile,
            Who would really want someone who got beat up by their girlfriend?
                Who would want someone who near refused to hit back?
                  Who would want the ugly one of the relationship?

                    I didn't want to fight you,
                  I didn't want to hurt you anymore
                You fueled my fire at first,
                  Funny how that works.

                    Funny how you hate me now
                  Funny how you ended out on top.
                Funny how they all love you.
              Funny how you say its not your fault.
            Funny that I just laugh at your insults
            Funny that your rumors mean nothing to me
          Funny how 'I was the abusive one'
        Funny how abusive now means fighting back.
        Funny how you think no one knows what you say about them.
      Funny how you think I don't have friends that you talk to.
    Funny how I learned not to take your issues.
  Funny how it all worked out, I'm happy, your spiraling.
Funny how we used to be so happy, but now you hate my guts.
Yes indeed, dear, its funny how I'm over you but you can't seem to get over it all.
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