Slapped

Another slap to my psyche. Your tenderness shown, But not to me. Never again to me. Love is double-bladed: Joy on one edge, Intensity so astonishing, Bitter regret and Anguish on the other. When will I stop plunging this knife into my heart? I just can’t forget you. You still have my heart And all that is left is A hole I cannot fill. I want you to be gone, Away…out of my sight; Not still charming the others Like you once did me. It’s an insult to me That you stay on and keep Beguiling so many, Who only see your façade, Your dishonest mask. They have not suffered Your shunning, as I have. I want to forget you. I am not generous enough To wish you happiness With your new fantasy love. I’m sorry I gave you The gift of my love--- You obviously didn’t value it much. I thought you were so good! But you aren’t even man enough To tell me the truth About the games you play, And I know you played me. I believed in you; You betrayed my belief. I opened myself to you, But you showed me Only your traitorous heart, Well disguised; You deceived me Into thinking you were sincere. Where was my mind? What was I thinking? Will I never ever learn That if it seems too good To be true It is? Bonnie Cook 17-Apr-02 Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 06:43 PM PST    10 • 0 • 1