27 April 2014



she said the right things

she wore the right clothes

took the right drugs

read the right books

and listened to the right music

but she wasn’t right for me

there was something about her

that made me feel uneasy

she was too eager to please

her every action was

designed to gratify my needs

you’d think I’d enjoy that

but you’d be wrong

I felt caged by her love

I had all the power

and it proved a burden


we had a friendship

that caught fire

it was a matter of time

before we got burned

the love we shared

had a gravity of its own

it began to drag us down

it had to end somewhere

and it ended badly

one rainy night

it simply dissolved

she said she hated me

I didn’t doubt that

she wore her love

like and open wound

it was bound to leave a scar



  1. Peaceful Flower29 April 2014 at 10:54

    I've seen this so many times where one will smother the other, or rather one feels more deeply than the other and the other takes it as smothering. It just isn't meant to be, if something is wrong, then it just isn't meant to be. Love this piece!!

  2. Thank you Debra for your astute comments

  3. A great poem Immediately pictured the enslavement and saw your cage ...exactly that... liked 'wearing love like an open wound ,' ... Very strong words...