The Lovers’ Noose… a poem
You took my hand, promised to never ever let it go.
Saying “Baby, let’s just take this nice and slow.”
Then you fastened the rope, hung the noose;
held me close.
With a twist and a tug; tied a knot—then you pulled.
Yeah, you pulled so tight ‘til I gave in.
‘Til I was yours.
Heart, body, and soul.
A clever rouse, I should have known.
I was right there. You were so close.
Now we’re enemies and adversaries; each other’s greatest foe.
Oh, how did I not see it, how could I not know?
With your sweet kisses and pretty words,
Reeling me in just to cast me right back.
Over and over again.
Then out of nowhere, not a word, you just turned.
But you never returned.
You dug the hurt even deeper, made it worse.
You preyed on all my deepest fears.
I swear I must have cried an ocean’s worth of tears.
And I still remember those moonlit nights.
I replay the images over in my mind.
Not often, but sometimes.
Tangled together, your body and mine.
Feelings and emotions, always felt but never spoken.
Alone in the dark, with no one to witness or see.
No one to hear or ask me why.
As I break the silence, close my eyes and cry.
I travel back in time.
I know the fury will come soon enough.
It always does.
Do you remember the broken glass?
The accusations you threw that I threw right back?
I remember all the lies,
The ones I couldn’t forget if I tried.
(And I really did try).
How you claimed your innocence in the public’s eye.
How you played that victim card of yours to the nines.
When you said the blame was all mine.
But you know, that’s just fine.
It’s your conscience on the line, not mine.
How it’s come to this, how it went that far, I’ll never know.
We said no strings, no hearts.
No falling in love.
But then I fell.
I fell so hard.
And it was good, ‘til it just felt so wrong.
‘Til all that mattered; who I’d be and who I was, was gone.
‘Til there was nothing about you left for me to love.
Finding comfort in the fact that it was over with and done.
That the storm and the worst had passed.
Even hurt like that…it doesn’t last.
When you’re ready, when the time is right.
You’ll forgive, you’ll forget.
You’ll learn to trust again.
To live in the now, not then.
You’ll find someone new to love.
And you’ll box up the past.
Push it to some dark, deep place in the back of your mind.
To be forgotten for the rest of time.
Have no doubt, you’ll find your way.
You’ll find your purpose, your place.
Where you stand in the middle of it all.
I promise you will figure it all out, somebody, somehow.
You WILL find yourself.
Your heart will heal, your soul will mend,
The world will right itself again.
And as daunting as it will seem
(and it will for quite some time)
You’ll get through the hell.
You’ll move on.
It may feel like you can’t, that you won’t.
Just breathe, just believe.
Just hold on, just be strong.
It just takes time.