In a hotel room far from here
there was a perfect version of you and me
we ate instant noodles
and looked out at the purple winter skyline
You let me talk and talk and talk
and for one night I was free
from the shackles of my mind
I held that memory like a beacon
until the day you used it against me
and with a handful of words
you shattered the illusion I’d held for years
There was no perfect version of you
nor a perfect version of me
just a lovely idea
of what it was to be seen without judgement
only to find out you were embarrassed by me
all along
oh wow beautiful Indie this hurts…I have such illusions and I still hold onto them even when proven wrong by others hugs great write ❤️
Thank you so much, Bren ❤️
That ending is like a gut punch. Lovely write.
Thank you Fia 🙂
I remember writing once “images of you and me never equal any semblance of we.” This caught my breath and took me back to that moment. I agree with Fia, those last lines are powerful and painful.
Thank you so much Willow. It’s not a good way to feel at all.
“OUCH”. Agree with those above, it is a very powerful write and painful to read and know it happens far too often. -Curt
Thank you Curt 🙂
Powerfully penned, Indie. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. That ending was painful indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian, appreciate it 🙂
Traumatic
Hard to recognize when they sell you out.
Keep punching Indie ..
Thank you xx
The pain of knowing betrayal. It’s shattering. Thank you for sharing your poem.