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Let’s be friends

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You chased me.
You made me feel amazing.
You made me think
what we had
was the best you ever had.

I actually thought so too
then you tossed me aside.
Now you want to be friends.
You say I’m your best friend.

You say this is
the best friendship
you ever had.
But how am I
supposed to be friends
with someone who
made me feel used?

This is not a friendship,
I was just a placeholder
for the void you needed filled.
I was just there to give you
what you couldn’t get from her.

This is not fun, it’s pure agony.
It’s time for me to move on.
It’s time for me to realize
you used me.
It’s time for me to admit
you made a fool of me.

It’s time for you to know
what you did is not ok.
It’s time for you to understand
you took advantage
of my brokenness.

You can’t break my heart
then expect me to be smile
at all your little jokes.
This isn’t funny, it’s pure hell.
My broken heart is real.

No, we cannot be friends.

 

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Image 1 + 2 source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 30 2017
Originally published: April 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Missing Nina

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Clenched in her fist
She held the red pendant
Given to her
By her best friend Nina.

The memories of
Their childhood fun together
Flooded her mind endlessly.
She was motionless.

How sad to think
Her best friend was now gone!
Such a beautiful spirit.
Such an independent soul.

The funeral was just 2 hours away.
She still had no clue what to say.
A eulogy? How inappropriate!
Nina visits her all the time.

They sit and talk and laugh for hours.
To her, Nina was very much alive.
How does one speak of someone
Who is alive as if they were dead?

“Mary honey, it’s time to go say goodbye…”
“OK mom, I’ll be right there!”
Mary walked into the chapel
And stood at the opening of the casket.

There, in a beautiful pink dress,
Laid her childhood friend.
Leaning in close,
Mary kissed her cheek.

Then, she whispered in Nina’s ear,
“How do I speak of you
Without using the phrase
I see dead people?”

 

There was a knock on the door…

 

Jack:
Mary, you’ve been
locked in there for ages.
Please let me in?
Can we please take about this?
Mary please let me explain?

 

Mary had been crying for so long that she drifted off to sleep. She hadn’t thought about her friend Nina much since she left Missouri. She needed to get away from her problems for a while. Perhaps it was time to pay Nina’s grave a visit.

 

[ This is Part 15 of a series entitled “Agony of Love”. Stay tuned for Part 16. See previous installments here.]


Image source: Google images
Contents written: October 4 2016
Originally published:  October 4 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Moment of clarity

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The truth is,
My insecurities caused me
to let people into my life
who were unhealthy for my wellbeing.

My young-adult, low self-esteem
clouded my judgment.
My needs, unmet as a child,
left a void I sought to fill relentlessly.

There was no love to be found
in any of the places I looked.
Thirty years of searching
makes the heart a little weary.

The candle of hope
dwindles with each passing decade.
The truth is,
My insecurities were by curse.

This was a tough lesson to learn.
I’ve always wondered
what I was doing wrong
but the answers never came.

I’ve grown significantly since then,
and I understand better
who I am and what I deserve.
I finally had a moment of clarity today.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 29 2017
Originally published: March 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


I love you more than you know

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Dear munchkin,
Yesterday, I enjoyed spending
a wonderful ‘Summer in March’
afternoon with you.

We sat by the pond
as we had a lovely snack.
You frolicking in the sun
while I sat in the shade.

We had ice cream before dinner
which was yumtastic!
We ate tater tots and fish sticks after
and I forgot all about the vegetables.
I’m sure you were delighted
by my absent mindedness!

We watched movies
then scampered to bed
when the power went out
during the thunderstorm.

Today I have fond memories
of our time together.
Thank you for being the bright part
of an otherwise sad day.

I love you more than you know.
-Mom-

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 22 2017
Originally published: March 22 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Fighting back the tears

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A sad song plays on the radio.
She fights back the tears
while trying to smile
at her next customers.

The lovely couple
is oblivious to her pain.
They’re madly in love
oozing affection for each other.

She wants to throw up.
This is the last thing
she needs to see.
Is this a cruel joke?

How ironic that
she’s surrounded
by so many people
but yet feels so alone.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 5 2017
Originally published: March 22 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Scripted by the hand unseen

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She can’t get enough
Of his ‘smart mouth’.

Hours go by as they talk
But it feels like minutes instead.

His unique wisdom is captivating.
Her thirst for him is insatiable.

Sweltering passion, ignited by burning desire,
Their love is fortified immeasurably.

The inconsequential, the profound, the spiritual,
No topic is beyond their mental reach.

Memories, traditions, routines and rhythms
Are being formed as their lives meld.

Their union is scripted by the hand unseen.
They are like pieces of an enormous puzzle.

Each time a new piece of their lives fit
The blurred image slowly reveals a masterpiece.


 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 23 2016
Originally published: January 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard