Love Unrequited

via Daily Prompt: Bludgeon

I’ve been dumped; chucked; broken up with; it hasn’t been me  – it was them; jilted and I’ve had many a relationship terminated. I’ve also been the chucker/dumper and it’s always been better that way. Always got over it quickly when I was doing the jilting.  That’s the thing, when you finish it you can move on quickly because your heart isn’t in it anymore.  It’s tough being broken up with. One day you’re hand in hand exploring everything together and the next day  they’re running for the hills. It’s confusing.  A friend once said it was worse than a bereavement because the person is still alive but they just don’t want you anymore.  I think that’s minimising death, but it’s an awful experience.  Here’s someone who isn’t taking the breakup very well:


Why won’t you come, why won’t you speak?

You took the time to whisper nothings –

said I was unique.


Why won’t you come, why won’t you listen?

You took the time to hear my moaning

and watch me glisten.


Why won’t you come, what have I done?

You took the time to give me your love

but now you have none.


Why won’t you come, why d’you ignore?

You’re giving your time to someone else

but she’s just a whore.


Would you speak if I captured you?

If you were starving and frightened

and nobody knew?


Would you see me when filled with dread

as I took a heavy bludgeon

and hammered your head?

The Break-Up

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I’ll carry you with me wherever I go,

For my love for you will never outgrow

You’ll never be sad or afraid of the new

When you have me dear, to carry you through


In the night when black dreams threaten and shout

I’ll sit with you and we’ll carry them out

When you feel alone and in need of a friend

Just lean on me, your loving boyfriend


My delicate flower, so tender and loving

My life would be complete

If you had one in the oven



Thank you so much, your words are too kind

But I’ve been meaning to tell you

I’m wanting out of this bind


You’re in love, I get it

And at first I was too

But your constant adoration

Was too good to be true


Your offer to carry me wherever you go

Was a mighty big promise, and one I’ll forgo

I’m an independent girl and will just keep walking

The continuous attention was verging on stalking


I do lie awake, dark thoughts giving me the chills

Your wish to replicate

Has me running for the hills!


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