The Neglecting One

Shush shush my dear, it’s only just your hormones

These silly emotions mixed up inside of you aren’t real, I promise

You have no reason to cry

No reason to faint

No reason to believe anything is truly wrong

Oh my dear, clearly he loves you, you know this to be true!

Look, you’re taken care of.  Everything is alright.  It’s always been alright.

Tut, tut, my dear!  It’s only your hormones raging into the night.  Women often confuse the emotions with reality.  Your reality must be slipping away.

You feel too deeply, you rationalize too much.  You think too long into things.

You’re not enough.  See dearest?  You aren’t meeting his needs.  So obviously he can’t meet yours.

Everyone else knows the Right side.  They’ll all smile and tell you how proud they are.

You’re delusional.  You’re reading it too deeply.

You’re wrong.
But….. am I?

Frailty thy Name is Forgotten.

Mesmerizing in a way once forgotten

Walking in newness of a life once down trodden

Back when fantasies were dreams left untouchable

Wondering if this pursuit is just as corruptible

All the waking endless nights keep passing

Each one void of Love and laughing

Empty staring, lost in the universe of thought

Seeing these things inside you have brought

Each one waiting for a second bloom to burst into life

Until someone stalks it with a pairing knife

Without water, each dead sapling has been cut out

Bulbs torn from sockets and planted take roots

Bright ideas sit stagnant too dull to reuse

And what shall we do with the drunken Sailor?

The one who sobs confusing funnel for strainer?

Bleary-eyed waiting for someone to make it right

Blot away bloodstains to make it shine bright

Sweep the crumbs up to save for later

It is all a game, and I am the only player.