Oh, you said the words
“This one appreciates me for me!”
and I wonder what you call
that twenty-five years of steadfast devotion
that you tossed.
The weasel face beside you now
does not look like a fair trade
for the pain you caused.
You said those words once before,
if I recall, so perhaps he’ll taste the bitter tang
of your boredom someday.
In the meantime,
we really should just let you go,
and welcome the joy that’s possible
now the wounds have healed.
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http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for Day 4- a love poem without the cliches or a break up poem.
Shawn L. Bird 
Delightful read! Happy Easter Shawn!
Thanks, Wendell!
J’utilise tes poêmes pour réapprendre mon anglais !
C’est mon plaisir d’être votre enseignant. Je vous remercie pour l’honneur.
Wow. Strong. And true.
and bitchy. Don’t forget bitchy!
The feelings show through in your poem. Nice work
thanks, Leona!
Well put, but hard to achieve !
The letting go, you mean?
I find my bitter bitchy self does still hold a grudge after many years! lol And I was just watching from the sidelines!
Sad topic for a joyous Easter Sunday. No break up is ever without pain. The truth in your poem makes it resound with anyone who has ever been betrayed. Got any happier poems, LOL?
lol Of course, hundreds, just scroll…
Happy Easter, Shawn! The weasel can never replace the Bird of Paradise.
lol
Letting go, because something way better will happen to you! It is never easy, but there is always a wonderful bright light for you to reach
This is an observation poem, not a personal one. The person described hurt someone else. I have come to see, in the years that I’ve been writing poetry over this event, how angry I was for the pain she caused by her infidelities and the lies to her children. It was my first experience understanding Parental Alienation Syndrome, where one parent systematically endeavours, over years, to break down the relationship of the children with the other parent. It might be about insecurity (if one is nice) but mostly it’s about power, and belittling someone else to feel better. While it wasn’t me or my family, it was horrible to watch, and has led to years of poetic reflection, and not a few rants (like this one). Perhaps it’s good to still be angry when I think of it, since I’m not holding anger for myself. It feels righteous when it’s on behalf of someone else, who has had to forgive in order to move on with his life…