I’m in love with you— Right? No. I am not.
How could I? After you treated me like an Arab girl in a medieval, historic plot.
Still, I cared a lot—holding a memory like a red-heart helium shaped balloon.
The way you’ve settled to treat people, has drowned the respect of your loyal, oversized-hearted friend.
I hope you find someone to high-five you to that [I’d pathetically offer mine if fingers weren’t so worn out].
Shame on me, for letting you come back. For thinking you’d run on a different track. For believing your stories of why you treated me so poorly. You’re just the same. The thought you could ever change, dies….like my heart died when you called me a whore—for no reason, it was like you were bored, and needed a campaign to game in.
If I see you, I’ll high-five you in the sky— for what you taught me with your treason:
“People can’t change until willing to become real,
reach roots towards sun,
hurt—bloom.”
Finally, I accept you— stale as you are. I like you best this way— in my heart you will remain,
the villain in my fairytale, the black hearted monster spitting out venom trying to snap my prideful spine.
And what is left?
What now is our common ground?
Our wicked pens. The way we both bleed red [at least I hope you do….the way your heart beats black now, I’m not so sure].
To you it was fun, power and games. But to me, it was pain. And the funny part? You really didn’t care at all. And the funniest part? I pretended you did. Jokes on me. Shame on me.
Shame on me for replying, “i always loved you too“. When I knew the truth…
And this has nothing to do with love, like, or crushes. This is about respect, loyalty, honor. Each of which you tried to strip me of over and over. How dare you? How could you? Who are you?
To say goodbye now, seems to common, too easy, too familiar. So I’ll say the only words you’ll ever understand… ‘Who is John Galt baby?’ I’ll say it again, in case you weren’t listening, ‘WHO IS JOHN GALT?’
He is the man inside me, the dreamer you couldn’t catch. He is the soul within my pen, the passion in my body, the flip in my middle finger that accidentally slips up when I see you. The fire in my writing, the pissed off girl inside when I think that any man could treat a woman so disrespectfully, so pathetically, so cowardly. He is the indifference I feel, after these words transport from my screen, to your eyes, through your brain from my spine, with one flip of my wrist, one touch of a button…falling down into that heart you have tamed.
So let’s high-five baby, in the sky baby, let’s bleed bright red baby, if it’s in you baby, let’s let loose our pens of wicked magic, write about me baby, call me your cheap names while laughing.
You play so hard [I hand you every card], yet I always win. Isn’t that funny?
[Hush pretty baby, let science be quiet. ‘Lullaby and good times, lullaby and good times’, sing it with me, as fresh blood pumps through your stale mind, filling each cell with loyalty, respect, honor. Shift to the tempo of this brand new beat, rhyme with your spine, truth, heart and mind. ‘Lullaby and good times, lullaby and good times’, go to sleep now pretty baby, hush your minds nonstop ticks of time, pick up each sharp word i wrote that fell from brain, puncturing your heart, forget what I thought… and DREAM].
High-five me in the sky, one last time— pretend you cared, i’ll pretend I didn’t.
You never loved me— Right?
Who is John Galt.
Tagged: manipulation, Poetry, who is John Galt
How fascinating!
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ha :]
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This is so amazing!
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🙂
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Thank you for putting my life into words! Nice to know we aren’t alone in this thing.
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yay!
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This is utterly brilliant!
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ooooo thank you much
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You clearly put a lot of passion and work into this poem. Cheers! 🙂
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CHEERS! 😉
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Hi! 🙂 going to check out you blog later when I get a chance again. May more inspiration come to you!
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Wow… I loved this.
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yay!
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That was so awesome.
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Danke!
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Hello, Coco. First, let me thank you for your visit to my site. I am grateful to have received your visit. I decided to check your blog out, and it looks great. But, what really caught my eye is your tagline, “Ich Liebe Dich”. It is wonderful to meet another German speaker. I don’t speak German fluently(hardly at all these days), but I love the language and the sounds of it. Your poetry is also very unorthodox and experimental.
For that reason, I will be keeping tabs with your blog. My poetry is very traditional. Some might say old fashioned, so it’s a very good thing to be exposed to work like yours. I welcome the influence rubbing off. Thank you again, Gaseimasha.
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Absolutely! your Lord of the Rings post really caught my eye. LOVE that movie/book. Danke 😉
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wow thanks
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Well. This is amazing. I love it!
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Thanks David. I think it’s time to play now.
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Before anything else, I’d like to say thank you for liking my post and following me 🙂
Anyway, I’d just like to say that I am in love with your blog! Each and every one you put out tells a different story, and of most I can relate to. I can’t wait for your next post! Cheers!
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“You play so hard [I hand you every card]”
Definitely my favorite line.
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Awesome poem!:)
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Wow!
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love it!!
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Thank you:)
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Wow. That was really good, I loved the building pace and rhythm, and the occasional internal rhymes. Absolutely stunning. I also loved the nontraditional use of refrain in the bracketed section. You really know how to captivate someone, make them invested in your work.
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That is such a compliment, that means a lot, thank you.
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This was interesting. I especially liked the Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged) John Galt reference.
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