His Mistakes

She thinks he’s like the man who hurt her.

She thinks that all men are the same.

She thinks he’s him.

 

She puts on a brave face to shield her emotional scars.

Hiding her vulnerability and letting her pain define her.

Constantly feeding her mind with poison that crashes

her spirit and kills her every day.

Allowing her past to cloud her judgment, control her

present and mistreat a good man.

 

 

He hurt her so deeply when he lied, cheated and left.

Suffocating her with marinated lies, draining the

recesses of her mind, destroying the remnants of her

love and leaving her confused, broken and seething

for more.

Afraid to trust, labeling all men as liars and cheaters.

Thinking that they will hurt her just the way he did.

 

 

She succumbed to her past pain and became what

she despised.

A conniving, bitter, insecure and paranoid woman

constantly faming his mistakes and hiding behind

the scalding pain of hate.

Blaming him for undone atrocities, imagined factors

and past mistakes.

Struggling with tantrums, quick to point her finger

amidst arguments.

 

 

Accusatory! Knife-like words spoken in empty rooms,

stalking the confines of a man with nothing to hide.

Questioning his integrity, breeding suspicion and

brewing tasteless lies to cloak him in pain and guilt

for crimes he never committed.

Unappreciative of his struggles, using his weaknesses

against him, judging him based on his shortcomings.

Crippling pain of another man’s mistakes crashing his pride,

questioning his intentions, riddling his soul of peace in his

own home and denying him the love and trust she should

be giving him.

 

 

His house is haunted with the ghost of another man.

She is reminded of pain whenever she looks at him.

Lying in his loving arms, she imagines his hands growing

cold and distant. Replacing his loving words with lies,

his deeds with cruel intentions.

She’d been hurt so much that she forgot how to love

openly without holding back.

She kept her self guarded, loving with one foot outside

the door to protect her heart and limit the pain that

comes with disappointment and heart break.

 

 

Oblivious to the fact that not all men are out to hurt her.

Every man comes with different intentions and she shouldn’t

let any man pay for the mistakes of another.

In the process of losing herself in all that pain, and blame game,

she is losing a very good man.

 

He isn’t the man who hurt her.

He’s not like all the men in her past.

He isn’t him.

 

 

©FloetryC 2016

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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