Again

The Younger Man

He hurt me...
Emotionally...
Physically...

He drove me away from him
With his rejection
And his needs
And his wants
And he kept me in my place.

He made promises to me
Which could never be kept
Which demonstrated my inadequecies
Which demonstrated my needs
Which demonstrated my wants
Which demonstrated my hurt.

Gone were the days of laughter
And playing
And planning
For the future.
As there was no real future based on mistrust.
As there was no real future based on need.
As there was no real future based on want.

And so,
The younger man
So happily,
Found a younger woman,
So he could become the older man.

He escaped.





The Even Younger Man

He hurt me...
Emotionally...
Unintentionally...

He drove me away from him
With his rejection
Yet he kept me as his friend.

He made unspoken promises to me
Of friendship
Of fun times
Of future times
Which could never be kept
Which demonstrated my inadequecies
Which demonstrated my needs
Which demonstrated my wants
Which demonstrated my hurt.

Gone were the days of laughter
And playing
And tickling matches
And trips to the movies
And camping
And bar-b-ques
And children playing.
As there was no real future based on mistrust.
As there was no real future based on need.
As there was no real future based on want.

And so,
The younger man
So happily,
Continued his search,
For his younger woman.

He searched.

He escaped.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Finally I understand...
I am not searching for a man, just looking for a future, where one may be part of it.

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Comments (4)

thecarpenter
Interesting style. I hope you find the future you are looking for.
wannabeauthor
Thankyou...
I was experimenting with a change in style...
These are the two hurts I have... both with younger men... one my ex, and the other a great guy I met from here...

Now I need someone who is older and wiser to ... (well we'll just see what happens)
gypsyheart
You really have a nice writing style wannabeauthor...be glad both escaped-you have won in the endhug bouquet
wannabeauthor
Thank you...
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