Bitter ( Archived) (20)

(Written during darker days, years ago....not indicative of current emotions or thoughts)

BITTER

Please do to me what he used to do; that thing he did so well
Where every time he’d speak to me, another lie he’d tell
For in those days before the fall, my ignorance was bliss
And it isn’t him or the life we had, but my naivete I miss.
Take me to that place and time, before I finally figured it out
When I was deaf and dumb and blind and with never any doubt
That he and I would share the dream of Happily Ever After
And the only tears brought on by him were from tenderness or laughter.
If you really want to make me feel that I mean the world to you
You won’t go wrong if you learn to do the things he used to do.

Some say that they must have honesty for a relationship to last
But truth is the reason why I’m alone, trying hard to forget the past
So if you truly think that you want to be with me night and day
Practice the art of deception, my friend…in all you do and all you say.
You may be insulted at my suggestion and strongly disagree
But the day will come, as it always does, when you’ve grown tired of me
And if you’ve done as I advise and made dishonesty an art
You can live the life you want to live, and I’ll still have my heart.
Take special care, as he used to do, to look me in the eye
And pacify my suspicions and fears with a well-constructed lie
Make me feel so petty and small for asking where you were
Always hold firm—never admit that you spent the evening with her.

Promise me you’ll always be with me and you’ll never do me harm
Say these things as you pull me close and wrap me in your arms
And when the phone rings and I pick up and the caller disconnects
Tell me I’m foolish and way off base to suspect what I suspect
And when I feel guilty for having doubts, continue to deceive
For we can both have what we want, as long as I can believe.
I desperately long to once again wear the blinders worn in my youth
For I, like Tom Cruise in “A Few Good Men” just can’t handle the truth
So don’t tell me anything other than the things I want to hear
Tell me you’ll always love only me, and for God’s sake—sound sincere!

I've told you before that you never cease to amaze me, it's a statement that's worth repeating here.

The poem in it's entirety speaks volumes, but this particular part contains a world of depth all on it's own: "Take me to that place and time, before I finally figured it out... When I was deaf and dumb and blind and with never any doubt." True awareness, both of ourselves and of others is a bittersweet blessing... truthful perception is our abuser, reality our unkind master...

Beautifully done jlb.

Thanks, Match.
Awareness is a bittersweet blessing, indeed. Rather poetic soul yourself, aren't you?

On occasion yeah... I've yet to find a personality type that I'm not infused with. Pick whatever fancies you most today and I'll happily oblige you.

How about quirky, jovial yet occasionally sullen, agreeable protagonist?

I tried, but all I can seem to muster for today is... tired. And maybe a little hungry.

so very, very true, thank you

Tired here, too...it's midnight now. We are an extra half hour apart in our time zone, which drives me nuts.
Go grab some chow, Match! You need fuel for your wit and wisdom!