Why Didn't I Learn?
I sat that night on the edge of my bed.
What had caused me this extreme pain?
Was it my fault or was it the intense
Way she made me feel her disappointment?
Would she ever be able to overcome
What I had done to her this past week?
The same things occured week after week
And I focused while sitting on my bed.
What was there to overcome
Other than this horrific pain?
There was always disappointment
Stuck in the cracks of our relationship, so intense.
Her gaze at me was so intense
With great fear in her eyes. This week
Consisted of nothing but disappointment
In her dark blue eyes. It wasn’t the bed
But me that caused her her this pain.
Although I know it was hard for her, it was nothing she couldn’t overcome.
I told her I would change my ways, overcome
By the fear of her leaving. I knew nothing more intense
Than this emotional pain.
Although hers must be more, unfortunately not only from this week,
It was on this very bed,
That I felt all of her disappointment.
There was not only the disappointment
From what happened, but the thought that she could overcome
This horrific experience and go on without me. On this bed
She slept with me. It wasn’t only her but every time it was intense.
It was her every night but the additional every week
Caused her this great pain.
I tried to take the pain
From her but failed every time. She possessed disappointment
In herself more than me because every single week
She would believe me even though every single week I would overcome
Her disappointment in me. Although this disappointment was intense,
I would take another to the bed.
My pain came sooner than I could prepare, the bed
I once held her in, was nothing but intense
Emotional pain that I would never overcome.
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