If We Were Ever Friends

Nauseating thoughts about noxious,  and demeaning  words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach, 
urging me to throw up poisonous  venom 
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate , 
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment  of living 
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't  do. This time I make no wrong decisions. 
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable  moments, of sugar coated sweetness 
and diabetic  aftermath. My subconscious  will memorise ,
but  only the final  act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent  loss
But , I won't waste precious  time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from  our past.




This is a revised  poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Makama Avatar
February 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM
great quality with wonderful fitting of words and lines. The grace from this page is worth more than a 7. Visiting your pages always come with meeting my expectations and with this I say "Keep on writing please".. So so incredible.
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 8:43 PM
You have tackled a difficult topic, great poem Charmaine!
Hicks Avatar
February 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM
A find good riddance as any, I'd say. Your words pack a punch aimed straight at the heart. And you did a wonderful job at hiding the rhymes. I am happy you were able to move on from this difficult time in your life. Powerful write. Thanks for your visit ... it's been awhile since I've been on the Soup!
Robles Avatar
January 27, 2016 at 3:03 PM
This is a great poem! So full of imagery, wonderful meter, and very energetic! Made me very emotional! Great prose! ~ Phillip
Macmillan Avatar
January 13, 2016 at 10:12 AM
WOW! Charmaine!!! This is good. I especially liked the last five words! That last line holds me in there. Also, diabetic aftermath? Yowser! Sorry about what led to the poem, but glad the poem was written.
Shahein Avatar
January 5, 2016 at 1:57 PM
My dear this is very beautiful and remarkable poem my friend , I've enjoyed every little word....Happy 2016 and hugs / / :) dalia
Nunez Avatar
January 5, 2016 at 10:54 AM
This is very expressive of such hurt caused by betrayal of a deeply cherished friend. Very well written, Charmaine. PS. Late maybe but I wish to thank you for the bday greet at SKAT's blog. I'm slowly working my way to dropping a visit to those who did. Wishing you the best this 2016. Kim
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
January 5, 2016 at 3:12 AM
HI Charmaine, tremendous outpouring of magnetic lines here accompanied by heavy descriptive words and message.. =`) In behalf of JAmes, I thank you... Have a Happy year! smiles, Olive Eloisa =`)
Guzzi Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 2:44 PM
I'm glad this is an old hurt. And so glad you have learned not to absorb the hurters 'dis-ease' Continue being the caring person you are do not let the behavior of others change the self you wish to be. Light & Love Ma
Osho Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 7:09 PM
i love it charaine.happy 2016
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 4:40 AM
Happy 2016..and thanks for stopping by: )
Sage Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 5:36 PM
I don't know what...but the words taste like a pump of blaring blazing anger....
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 3:58 AM
Its not anger..Its a pump of blaring pain caused by hurtful words.Tnks for reading.
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 3:51 AM
Its not anger..Its a pump of blaring pain caused by hurtful words.Tnks for reading.
Manassian Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 3:56 PM
Wow, Charmaine. This is so different. I agree with what Paul says....it borders on Slam poetry. You have really expressed yourself well. I read the blog up when you had this going. I wanted to comment, but....I would be going against the flow...I like signature...YOU. I like the centering....I've wanted to forever but don't know how. Suggestions are all nice and good...but you rock as you are. Just my opinion. Hugs, sweetie. Love you...you know that.
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 4:35 AM
Thanks so much ,you are ever so kind sweet Eileen.
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 4:02 PM
I agree
Callus Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 2:33 PM
This is a strong and powerful poem that branches into the realm of slams. We find ourselves siding with you against the abusive baddie; goodbye to bad rubbish, and with a fresh will move on to better things in life, especially where love is concerned. Out of dirt a rose blooms! This merits a 7 and a fav! ~ Regards // paul
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 4:38 AM
You got the message of my poem,I am happy for that,and even happier for the fave : ),thanks.
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 2:07 PM
You finally put it up...hope those feelings have gone with the new year...hugs Tim
Chircop Avatar
January 4, 2016 at 4:37 AM
They ve been gone right after I've written the poem : )..I loved writing out of my love cocoon..I admit.Tnks for reading Timo
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