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You Kill Me With Kindness

you kill me with kindness you feed me words~~~ such sweet delicacies crafted with care sugar coated flair you want to spare me from bitterness you kill me with kindness terms of endearment no longer true take on a different hue what once was my due now leaves me blue but you haven't got a clue so, you kill me with kindness perpetrator of pretense you think it makes sense I'm not amnesia afflicted in false familiarity, gifted free of blame, you're uplifted you kill me with kindness you think....it's Ok let bygones be gone it's a new day and....yet again... you kill with kindness when once you brought me life with your love Eileen Manassian

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/17/2017 9:20:00 AM

Your poem has a familiar feel Eileen. Was this one you wrote a while ago? This makes me think of the scroll that tasted like honey but turned sour in the stomach. "false familiarity" great word paring it denotes deception and a strange intimacy. Only someone close can reach such an essential part of you.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/17/2017 12:20:00 PM

No, Richard. This isn't a rewrite. I was in the car the other day when this came to me. Kindness, almost any good thing can have a twist to it if used in the wrong way. To to acknowledge a hurt and pretend that it doesn't exist is the cruelest form of kindness there is. I have a new poem up. This one is a happy one! :) Hugs

Silent One

Date: 9/15/2017 3:23:00 PM

Maybe he does know, but pretends he does not.. Such is this situation between so many couples, especially those who have been together a long time.. You covered the aspect of not being loved like you were, very well.. A deep write..

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/17/2017 4:03:00 AM

Thanks, SO. Many people hurt and then pretend that nothing's wrong. Keeping up the pretense when it involves someone who was once a loved one is difficult. To admit hurt, is to admit there are still feelings, so...one suffers inside. Thanks for the visit.