You Called It Love
an original poem by Jason White
You called it love
I don't think it was
But maybe I am wrong
Maybe I was just overreacting
To the games you played
To the names you sprayed
Like the bullets from a gun
Maybe when I walked away
I should have stayed
Because, maybe,
I got all that I deserved
Perhaps you were
The best I'd ever get
I know now that
Without you I am nothing
Yet
Here I am surviving
Thriving
It is you who longingly looks
Into your mirror
Crying out your wish
Where I am still there
By your side
Completing your life.
A warm heart to hold you tight
Making you feel right
But that's not reality
So I guess
I'll just keep going my way
And you can stay
Stuck within your fantasy
The one where
Everything was perfect
And you couldn't do any wrong
I am tired of that old song
Swallow your own poison
Goodbye my love
Goodbye.
About the Creator
Jason White
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
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