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He Has Just Funked It All, Part 7

So he gave up on me. That was so hard to swallow. And even more to understand. And just impossible to accept. One day, I will remember it for a long time, I am sure, he called me as usual. We have spent some minutes on laughing, teasing each other and planning not too sensual but nice interactions for future. And then it has just happened. He gave up on me. Without so much as a word. Of explanation, of anger, of grudge, of disappointment, of disapproval. Of goodbye after all. I have understood that the last day it was. What I haven't though, was why. Have you ever felt physical pain because of emotional hurt? If not, you are lucky and you can think me all drama queen fallen into hysterics. Which I am by the by, but I am not exaggerating this very one time. It is unbelievable he did so. Why I do not know. And I am not a beggar to ask for more. He has funked. He has just funked it all.

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Date: 7/27/2016 8:08:00 AM
But I am a beggar to ask for more Willow poetical tears on the colored leaves dancing in the air. Let me be your happy jumping dog. Do not throw me a bone but a new image of your inner world.
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Weeping Willow
Date: 7/27/2016 8:15:00 AM
Be calm. I so much will.

Book: Shattered Sighs