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The Ex

Your words sear me like hot metal on my flesh You brand me with your requests and empty promises You just can’t or refuse to see You can’t stomach looking in the mirror For fear of what you just might find To have to point the finger at yourself To lay the blame on yourself I try to tell you but it falls on deaf ears The thought of putting your selfishness aside At the sake of someone you say you love You are blind to your self-centerness For you are the sun and everything else are just planets As long as you benefit in some form or fashion To heck with anything else You’re so quick to pass judgment So quick to point out past mistakes Just to get the spotlight off of you So you don’t have to see yourself for who you really are This is nothing but a masquerade And your bravado is so pitiful You think you show courage, bravery, strength? Your true colors are spite, deceit, bitterness Your words are nothing but false hopes Because your actions are what holds the real you I don’t know what to believe anymore You want to make this all about you, the “victim” But you never once question, never once consider How I came to this point, that it must be only me God forbid you could’ve done something different No you did everything you thought you could So that you can sleep better at night If someone has to be the bad guy Rather it be me than you right? So quick to throw up all my faults and failures But too selfish to even entertain the idea That maybe, just maybe this was you too Nope, I am the way I am because of me I am the one who chose to walk away I am the one not thinking of everyone else No for once I am thinking of me And it kills you that I am not putting you first That I am not taking care of you That I am not taking care of everything That you have to stand up for once And do it all on your own So it’s resentment you hold toward me Because I am not there to make everything easy That you actually have to try, to make an effort For once I am not doing it all, putting in the most How nice it is for you to have to figure it all out To watch you fumble, like a lost and scared child Because that is what you are, a child You have caused this hollowness in my chest You have turned me into the Tin Man You have pushed me away, no one else to blame After being took advantage of, used and abused Someone can only handle it so long

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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