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Fight Another Day!

your verbal foreplay and
sweet voice
was too hard to
resist
I was "that wee bit special"
quite often you'd
insist

but not enough to win
your heart
not in the way that
mattered
I have to still your
sweetened words
before my heart
is
battered

you showed your love
for all to
see
and your heartfelt plea
brought tears
but as your words
sunk slowly in
they realised my
inner
fears

those words so sad
and beautiful
which you'd crafted from
your heart
were not for me and never
would be
I should have seen this
from the
start

I was damaged and
undone
before you came
and gave me
hope
my fragile spirit
cries in vain
for now I cannot
cope

I've walked this
road before
I'll soon arise to
fight again
no more prone
to lay on
the floor
looking up with
gratitude
at your selfish
attitude
I don't need your
sexual
favours
nor your words
in acid
flavours

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
This is about the dangers of being taken in on-line by players. I've re-written some parts to aid the flow.
Editing stage: 

Comments

LOL Indie I'll have a look at that. :) Jaq xx

author comment

Indie you know me and meter :) xxxx

author comment

Again I appreciate your voice. The confidence to rip and show the wound of such a personal matter is increased by the fact that you aren't trying to hide it in artifice of any kind. There are some issues with meter and along the way some very wonderful contrapuntal turns in meter (specifically: were not from me and never would be) though this does add an extra syllable to the next line in meter. Love hurts, it never stops though its' rewards far outweigh the cost. I know all to well that hurt that is tinged with flecks of transcendent pleasure and peace.

Thanks for sharing your heart.

Ron

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

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