Pitfall : Poetry - How Can You Do This to Me browse

by JamesMcDuffie
12/20/2005

The only words I can hear,
“How can you do this to me?”
Keeps echoing in my mind.

How dare you look me in the face,
And deny that which you have done,
To kill my soul, spirit and confidence.

I have asked you before,
You have denied,
That which you have done to me.

I know the truth of your secret life,
And I can tell you sense this,
But of that I am not sure.

Are the tears I saw you shed,
For the pain you have caused me,
Or for the loss of your secret.

Do you pine to keep your ways,
Your selfish stubborn ways?

Is your selfishness so great,
Your narcissim so huge?

You say you don’t want me to cry,
That you want me happy,
Even willing to sacrifice your own.

But you made a promise,
That you broke, so easily,
So easy to run away.

Just run away from the problems,
Run to another or somewhere else,
Just like the mom you lost.

Have you learned no other way,
Something worthy of a mature person?

Am I just too keen to see,
What you think I mistake?

Soon we will run away together,
A coupled shrug to the cause,
But how long till again it becomes?

You say we are too different,
But would you rather be bored,
With one with nothing new?

Positive follows negative,
Night after day.

The best I try I fail,
I give out that which I have,
Only to watch an empty return.

But of course this is all wrong,
I haven’t listened to a word,
Misunderstood everything.

Your truth is the only,
The reality infallible.

I have never believed such things,
Looked to four sides of a square.

Am I truly aware,
Or is it a convoluted dream?

When will I wake up,
And see your truth?

Assurances I have a plenty,
They are well founded,
In a belief in observed past.

I can tell, I can know,
I can see, I can feel,
That which is true.

Don’t try and fool the harlequin,
For my whole life is a trick,
An elaborate hoax.

Bide your time, hold your aces,
Play them when appropriate.

Advice to a mind,
Somewhat fractured by confirmation.

I will wait as I always have,
With enduring patience.

I forgive the horrible,
Though I know I shouldn’t.

I can try and fix that which went wrong,
Though I have no responsibility.

Most others would be gone,
Left after the heated accusations,
Stubborn into their own correctness.

But I looked at my faults,
Made attempts to address,
That which drove you away.

I hope it is not too late,
As you say it is.

For what I would do in my new life,
I haven’t the clue.

Lost once again at my fault,
And that of others,
Atomic forces smashing to explosion.

I have seen my reflection,
And tried to break the mirror.

This time I realize my role,
In the tragedy of life.

Tomorrow creeps into this petty place,
And I will be here,
Waiting for you.