How did this confident, self-assured head turner dissolve into an insecure, whydoesn'thewantme, pathetic puddle of neediness?
Published on January 30, 2007 By redbandana In Personal Relationships
My therapist tells me I am normal.
She wants me to try yoga.
I want my memory erased cause it hurts too much to remember the way it was.

I want to forget the way he looked at me.
And how his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

I want to forget the way he held me.
And how I've never felt more safe in another pair of arms.

I want to forget the sound of his voice.
And the cute way he said my name.

I want to forget walking around the corner.
And knowing my life was forever changed.

They say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
Poets and their wordy words! Bah!
I say it is better to have loved and stayed loved than to have your heart become shards of memories that reopen the wound that never seems to heal.

Okay, so maybe the original rolls off the tongue better.
And that, ladies and boys, is why I am not a poet.





Comments
on Jan 30, 2007
I enjoyed it. The feelings really came through. Writing is therapeutic. Don't stop.
on Jan 30, 2007
Thank you Dr. Donald. I wholly agree. Nothing better than writing to get your feelings out.
on Jan 30, 2007
Sorry, RedBanana

You're a poet.

The attention to detail
the honoring of the undeniable

don't deny it

Write more
write now

Moskowitz - who generally loathes poets and poetry
on Jan 31, 2007
Thanks Moskowitz! Means even more since you don't usually like poetry. I actually didn't set out to write a poem. Just wanted to get the feelings out.