He asked about you
Wanted to know why you weren't around anymore
I told him that eclipses don't last forever
That my shine was too much for you to block any longer
That my heart wasn't big enough to hold me, you, and her too
That my sanity was worth more than waiting for you to finally come home to me
That I deserved the love you stole from me and gave to her
He wanted to know why I let you stay so long
Parasites often feel like best friends, I told him
They're always there
so you don't notice that they're taking from you
But one day you look in the mirror and his reflection is all you can see
And you realize that you were a convenience to him
A past time
And you hope that when you rid yourself of him
there is some part of you left
But you must have loved him?
Couldn't have been all bad
I replied
My heart was kidnapped by someone I didn't know
I thought I knew the man I laid next to
The man I prayed for and with
The man I pushed and supported
The man I made a baby with
The man I lost a piece of my soul with
But he was a stranger and I had Stockholm's Syndrome
He asked me if I would ever love him?
I hate that he feels like you took that from me
But I told him
What I had for you, wasn't love
It was an uncomfortable comfort
I was constantly hurt but at least you were constant
I was dependent but at least I could depend on you
I've outgrown that
I've outgrown you
But him…
He asked about you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Cierra. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks