SA ( / UK)

Becoming The Enemy

I wrote him a poem to tell him
How our love felt easy and free,
I wrote about how good it felt
Being allowed to just be me.

Best friends, lovers, soul mates,
The first one he could trust.
The future seemed so promising,
At last life seemed to be just.

He called me his hidden treasure,
The longed for love of his life,
My beautiful smile, my shoulders,
He had to make me his wife.

He wanted to give me everything
My simple heart desired,
Lie next to me forever,
To keep our passion alive.

Wasn’t long before he forgot all
The good things he said he had found,
He saw in me every person that
In his life had put him down.

I became the enemy,
His eyes would fill with hate.
He no longer saw me for who I am,
And now it is too late.

So I seek assurance from others
That I am still the person I am,
Still the person he fell in love with .....
Though he is no longer that man.

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Comments (3)

Sue, this is a heartfelt poem whose content I can relate to so easily - the story of so many partnerships that grow sad and destructive. Your metre is so simple and direct, this has the lyrical feeling of a poem by William Blake and we are led along by it willingly and easily, deceptively simply in fact. Buon'lavoro amica mia!
Excellent from beginning to end. Great title too. Lots of emotion in this poem. Zen
Absolutely fabulous. A woman after my own heart. Love it. Love it. Love it. Gave it a ten. Angela