Life's Only One Road Trip, I've Chosen Me Poem by Amanda Shelton
Life's Only One Road Trip, I've Chosen Me
I feel you crumbling in my arms
like a porcelain heart down
to the girth you fell so hard.
Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for
and leave me alone?
Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.
Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.
No narcissist is going to control me.
You left your shadow hovering over
my bed, with your vampire teeth.
My lucid dreams are bleeding,
bleeding black and deep.
You will never meet anyone like me.
Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for
and leave me alone?
Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.
Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.
Such heart felt feelings so vividly expressed, my time heal your open wounds and mend your heart as not all men are the same. Stay strong.
Really a poignant rendition from the heart. Congrats on your poem's selection as member POD.
Thank you for sharing your painful experiences in the hope of helping others! Well expressed! !
Melancholy poem. Sadness grips my heart as I read through. And congratulations to you dear poet. This poem is the POD Members today. Well done.
Excellent poem. In my experience, people like this don't realize how good something was until they have lost it. Beware! This clown will try to: "make up for ‘everything' I've (he has) done"
You said it boldly and you inspire others to come out of abusive relationship....'Life's only one road trip, I've chosen me. No narcissist is going to control me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The date you wrote/ submitted this heart-touching poem is my BirthDAY. As information for you. How are you NOW going? I hope you feel better each day, seven years treated cruelly, how saddest!
Thank you Sylvia for pointing out this poem to me. My complements to Amanda Shelton for excellent work.
I am doing okay. Counseling is helping me. Thank you so much for the support.