The Wife and the Family--The Ghost
©Rachel C
I wish I could accuse you
of being ignorant
of what you’ve done.
But, I know as well
as the last person,
whose heart you left
shattered, that you were
always cognizant
of your actions.
I used to write poetry
of how you amazed me,
everyday a new tactic
to break another’s heart;
yet, I was always so certain
that mine would remain
immune.
Maybe I thought I was
impenetrable—your words
difficult to swallow.
Maybe my heart
was never complete
to begin with.
But I like to think God
would never provide a girl
only pieces to work with.
Nowadays, I think less
of what God gave.
I watch you, as I slowly
pick through the remains
of my life once lived,
and I see you turning
every corner,
pickaxe in hand,
innocent hearts on the mind.
That is how you will remain
in my memory forever:
A lone man in search
of something to make him
immortal—
Something to make him more
than a man.
You are no longer
who I remember
as the man who was my father.
You are no longer
the man I remember
always turning around.
You are forever,
here to for,
just another man—
a name on a list
of people I regret
to mention again.
Just another man
I am working to prove wrong.
You cannot see the repercussions;
it was not love that made them.
December 24, 2006
©Rachel C
I wish I could accuse you
of being ignorant
of what you’ve done.
But, I know as well
as the last person,
whose heart you left
shattered, that you were
always cognizant
of your actions.
I used to write poetry
of how you amazed me,
everyday a new tactic
to break another’s heart;
yet, I was always so certain
that mine would remain
immune.
Maybe I thought I was
impenetrable—your words
difficult to swallow.
Maybe my heart
was never complete
to begin with.
But I like to think God
would never provide a girl
only pieces to work with.
Nowadays, I think less
of what God gave.
I watch you, as I slowly
pick through the remains
of my life once lived,
and I see you turning
every corner,
pickaxe in hand,
innocent hearts on the mind.
That is how you will remain
in my memory forever:
A lone man in search
of something to make him
immortal—
Something to make him more
than a man.
You are no longer
who I remember
as the man who was my father.
You are no longer
the man I remember
always turning around.
You are forever,
here to for,
just another man—
a name on a list
of people I regret
to mention again.
Just another man
I am working to prove wrong.
You cannot see the repercussions;
it was not love that made them.
December 24, 2006
1 comment:
everyday a new tactic
to break another’s heart;
yet, I was always so certain
that mine would remain
immune.
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YES INDEED!! Why do we always think that WE are immune to bullshit men?? Are all women programmed this way?? I try to catch myself when Im convincing myself that "Im different" but i still fall into the trap...
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