The Garden of Temptation
Can you hear me...
Even though you muffle my words of love?
Can you see me...
Even though you are blinded by another desire?
Can you touch me...
Through those walls you put between us?
Can you taste me...
Or am I now bland and bitter compaired to her?
Can you smell me...
Or does my once sweet perfume now make you gag in disgust?
Do you even care that we once shared each other...
In passion, in love, lost in our own world?
Does none of this matter now that you have found a new forbidden fruit?
Remember me when she tempts you with her poisonous tongue...
Remember me, the one who loves you, when she turns and scorns you the way you have scorned me...
Remember me...
I was the one who got away....
The one that was to be your salvation...
I was the one you came to when all else was lost...
Remember me...
When your heart breaks, you weep in pain, and you need a shoulder to lean on...
Remember that my shoulder is no longer there for you, my dear...
Time may heal all wounds of the flesh, but it cannot heal wounds of the soul nor the heart.
The wound you inflicted upon me, has now been cast upon you...
You must suffer as I once did...suffer until you think the world might end.
Then, and only then, can you ask for my shoulder again...but only as a friend, and never again as a lover.
Why you ask?
Not all friends can be trusted, but all lovers must be true.
If you cannot be true to a lover, then you are merely a friend with sinful interests.
Right now, I need a lover--one that will be true to me. I do not need a friend, one that may or may not be trusted, nor a friend who's intentions are merely ruled by desire.
That, my dear, is WHY.
Can you hear me now?
Can you see me now?
Maybe...but to me, you are a forgotten memory of a love once lost.
I do not care to see you...hear you...touch you...taste you...nor smell you.
Love has decayed before my eyes, turning from something lush and sweet, into something decrepid and foul.
There is no "YOU" anymore, nor "US" , there is only "ME" and I will live to love again--sooner or later.
© Copyright 2005 Kimberly Burton
Even though you muffle my words of love?
Can you see me...
Even though you are blinded by another desire?
Can you touch me...
Through those walls you put between us?
Can you taste me...
Or am I now bland and bitter compaired to her?
Can you smell me...
Or does my once sweet perfume now make you gag in disgust?
Do you even care that we once shared each other...
In passion, in love, lost in our own world?
Does none of this matter now that you have found a new forbidden fruit?
Remember me when she tempts you with her poisonous tongue...
Remember me, the one who loves you, when she turns and scorns you the way you have scorned me...
Remember me...
I was the one who got away....
The one that was to be your salvation...
I was the one you came to when all else was lost...
Remember me...
When your heart breaks, you weep in pain, and you need a shoulder to lean on...
Remember that my shoulder is no longer there for you, my dear...
Time may heal all wounds of the flesh, but it cannot heal wounds of the soul nor the heart.
The wound you inflicted upon me, has now been cast upon you...
You must suffer as I once did...suffer until you think the world might end.
Then, and only then, can you ask for my shoulder again...but only as a friend, and never again as a lover.
Why you ask?
Not all friends can be trusted, but all lovers must be true.
If you cannot be true to a lover, then you are merely a friend with sinful interests.
Right now, I need a lover--one that will be true to me. I do not need a friend, one that may or may not be trusted, nor a friend who's intentions are merely ruled by desire.
That, my dear, is WHY.
Can you hear me now?
Can you see me now?
Maybe...but to me, you are a forgotten memory of a love once lost.
I do not care to see you...hear you...touch you...taste you...nor smell you.
Love has decayed before my eyes, turning from something lush and sweet, into something decrepid and foul.
There is no "YOU" anymore, nor "US" , there is only "ME" and I will live to love again--sooner or later.
© Copyright 2005 Kimberly Burton
posted by Kimberly Burton at 10:41 PM
8 Comments:
Who Kimbers, you really have some issues or did you just see a really bad romance movie gone awry? For some reason, I see the look on Sandra Bullock's face when she finds out her best friend has been doing her husband in Hope Floats.
This is a good piece, though it reads like a poem in the beginning, then seems to shift like a letter about halfway through. It is effective though.
Just a couple of little knits to pick on, as I'm sure your pen will get revenge ten fold next time you look at my work :)
bitter compaired to her?
-check spelling here, dear.
The wound you inflicted upon me, has
-unnecessary comma
Later, Kimbers
dammit no edit button! Who Kimbers should read "Whoa, Kimbers..." :P
Hey, when I write, I do not edit my own stuff! LOL I miss errors all the time with my own writing just as all authors do! Give me a break, or I will give you twenty lashes with the cat o'nine tails before I slice you to pieces and leave a trail of red ink in my wake! LOL
*blows rasberries* you were gonna do that anyway :P
That was beautiful Kimberly, and if this is something you're going through right now, I suggest you go and pick up the nearest twenty year old piece of ass (after checking his social security details and making sure he's not a serial killer of course) and doing him ten ways till Sunday, whilst plotting the downfall of lover, who is now a pretend friend!
Hugs to you my friend.
KarenS,
Thank you for the kind words and thoughtfulness! I am not going through that currently, but I have in the past...
Write what you know--that is exactly what I did.
Very lovely, Kim. You addressed the unappreciative "romantic other" most excellently!
What a beautiful poem! Nice and dark. It would make a wonderful song for one of our wonderful dark romance books :-)
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