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She chooses to be genteel in nature.
Unsure of her talents, fearing their release.
Perhaps the "gift" she holds most worth
is her ability to sense the tribulations of others.
Born into a world of unyielding love,
did she realize how some did not have that benefit?
Was her disposition due to looking for the best in others?
Did she sense sadness in those who choose to ridicule?
Or understand her own weaknesses deciding not to worry?
Did telling another person their lack of worth give gain?
Belittled, her heart hurt, but for herself or the heartless?
Never was it appropriate for her to feel superior.
Should her "talent" for lifting others higher be enough?
It's often easy to cry and complain if life goes wrong.
Life with age became easier, when she stood her ground.
"Fair play" will always be her goal not sacrifice.
sjo/jazz
Observation, not personal. 9/27/2012
Pedestal
You put her on a pedestal
like an untouchable statue;
benign of emotion.
Human
person
being
individual
creature
soul
Have you confused her with perfection?
The image in your mind has forgotten her soul.
It is cold, lonely foreboding
this position you have given her.
She is not a statuette which requires occasional dusting.
Puzzled by the changes which led her to become bewildered, she sat while uncertainty brought chaos into an already troubled heart. This would forever be a puzzle in the world she tried to conquer as the mayhem running through her thoughts would slowly begin to break her tattered heart. No longer was she able to look at herself wondering if the lies had turned true. Approaching a world of buttons and screens, able to delete a person on a whim.
It was so enchanting when she began, click a button, find a friend. With time, addiction settled in and she ran to join whatever was the day's news. This was a comfortable place to sit in her jammies with no makeup, showing only her best side. Naively she allowed trust to get in the way of common sense. How much trouble could it cause
.. .. to talk casually with a man who loved music like she? Why didn't it cross her mind that two people could find love thousands of miles apart? The discovery of the lies broke two hearts and left them shattered. How does this happen clicking the keys of a machine that in itself is harmless until some abuse takes hold breaking hapless hearts. Once back on her feet she ventured out again with only one
purpose; writing. The promise she made to herself was kept, the only relationships she would have were casual and caring. With the words, "it's only the internet", she realized it was much more intense, if one allowed it to be. How do you call someone you've never talked to for more than a minute a friend? None the less many friendships have gotten past the barrier of the
screen and grown; she's comfortable. Deciding to stay she begins to trust until gossip, misunderstandings and the ability to forget anything two people once had together, turns ugly. She's perplexed, bewildered, saddened. With that, she punches a few keys finding a new place to write, swearing to avoid any friendship. She's there to learn, nothing more. The knowledge that dealing with people is the same no matter where she runs breaks her
heart, again. She is who she is, she does what she does. There's nothing in her that desires to give anyone pain, but misunderstanding never leaves. Just a person attempting to find happiness in an uncertain world, she tries again. After all if someone chooses not to believe what she says, speaks ill at her back, that can't be fought. How do you change the truth?
but you thought she was the best thing , you'd found on this Earth. You knew she wasn't free but that was a blur.
You had some nerve chasing her, using your lovely boyish charm to hide the truth you did not want her to see. You did not want her you wanted a prize, unattainable, so it seemed in your eyes.
How dare you act like a wounded pawn, you played the game like a pro all along.
She kept saying no, you kept saying alright, yet kept waiting for her night after night.
You had a good time you know that it's right, yet suspicious she'd never be true. How dare you act like a small pained child, you pursued HER, you weren't meek or mild.
How dare you put it all on her? Wishing her well but continue your slur. She's guilty, she's shouted, I know it's true. Yet the things of which she's accused aren't accurate nor close to true.
Ever think twice of what she could lose? Not just her heart; her family and child. How dare you keep at her she knows she did wrong, this break was rough she's no longer strong.
She'd never known one like you, yet she tried
You wanted perfection, she had to tell the facts, you had no right to ask for that, your character lacked.
You will not speak, you won't talk this thing through, yet your assumptions will never be true. She admits it, she hurt your tender pride, it's time to dismiss it she's paid for her crime.
Friends listened daily, they heard how she cried. She knows that you're trying to prove her a fake. The truth of the matter she kept telling you, was she needed time and assurance, so this wouldn't blow up in her face.
Why do you need to leave her in disgrace ? You were a liar, yet dump it all on her. All she wants now is to just let it be. You really loved her, she really loved you. Why can't they save a piece of the good?
