Tainted Love - Ft. Mac Long Time Ago Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Tainted Love - Ft. Mac Long Time Ago
Hey, remember when you pretended to be mine?
Remember how you gave me your coat and your warm hand?
Remember how in the dark of the club we danced and I let you touch my waste though you had a girl back home?
Remember how I took your cigarettes so freely cause you made me believe like it could be something like soulmate love?
I know you used to be bad and she made you turn good.
So why did you come after me at the hotel lobby and pool hall like you did?
I know it was cold, I know it was winter, and she was gone far away.
I know I was pretty, I know I seemed special, but your words were bold and real.
Time had passed, even years, and you made me feel like I was something that could happen anywhere and for real.
And then I missed the train to Montreal and our soul mate kind of love so dangerous would never be tainted…. Never become too real.
That was the end of it all, cause you ended it with her and then the idea of you became too real, and I couldn't quite deal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 2:19:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a vexed poem (I'm not sure what vexed means but it seems appropriate) . Two dimensions of LOVE are in conflict here, and I'm not referring to the SOUL MATE type, which a New Age follower here at Poemhunter assures me does NOT include physical love (Sic) . I'm referring to the free expression of love which is totally free and the committed love which requires fidelity. Two people have to agree about the fidelity issue. Period. The young man here acted in what the philosopher Sartre called BAD FAITH (To clarify: Sartre believed morality was purely human, an agreement among free people, no God, no Ten Commandments) . So I feel a kind of sadness that the young man could not live up to a promise he made to a woman who made the same to him. Maybe he wasn't ready for a committed relationship, but that's an explanation, not an excuse. Our emotions are so complex. And this poem is so candid and honest, no hiding behind excuses, the speaker takes responsibility for her actions. That's GOOD FAITH.