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[aid] => mick
[title] => Catastrophic Memories
[time] => 2004-01-28 12:03:47
[hometext] => This poem is dedicated to all those who have been cheated on and had to let that person go.
[bodytext] => I remember sitting there, Watching him hump away, My ears tired from the deafening screams of your lustful pleasures, Ecstasy was all I could smell, Except that it wasn’t my own, I grew weary of trying to please a woman, One who was never satisfied with the beauty of a good husband, Always trying to point out the things that were wrong, Instead of enjoying the gifts of a responsible one, I remember when I used to get mad at my disgruntled frustrations, For not being there when I needed them, So I could tell her how I feel, In order to avoid what you see here before me, I can’t stand how my feelings just run away at the sight of confrontation, Avoiding what seems to be eminent, I can’t get it out of my mind, How they just leave me open like Terrell Owens, Looking to catch me off guard like a Linebacker, So they can stop me dead in my tracks, And watch me as I fall graciously to my prescribed death, Because that’s what the doctor ordered, I see myself as a wasted hopelessness drowning in a sea of desperados, Coming from a near and far to find what’s supposed to be true, Yet it’s always lying to me about who she really is, Telling me of his most favorite stories, You know the one about finding true love, And how you will know if she’s the one for you, I think I know who she’s really sleeping with, For the man is just a victim of his loins, Being one that possesses uncanny beauty that can’t be denied, I trust both of them tried to resist her, But just like the ecstasy is immense for any kind of refusal, I can understand that he’s my best friend, One so filled with greed that he stole her away from me, Filling her up like a cup that has no sense of volume, As she overflowed onto the floor, Screaming and crying for more, As I walked out and closed the door, For I could no longer listen to my heart being raped, And as I walked out that door I could hear her stop me, Begging me to stay, For if I left her, She would become a walking catstrophy, Strung out on love like a heroin addict, Search for what makes her whole, And that’s me, But even though I wanted to stay with her, I knew I had to leave, For the catastrophic memories were killing me, As I tried to suppress them, As if they were never seen, But we both know that we must go on, Trying to mend the future, By suppressing the past that consumed her in lust, [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Romantism202 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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