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accepting mistakes, blame game, breaking point, conflicts, ego, integrity, picture, poem, premeditated, quote, resentment, resolve, retaliating, ruminating, scars, sorry
I can’t battle with your ego anymore
Your premeditated acts to test me
Have left many scars
Enough to last me a lifetime
No longer would I apologize
For faults that aren’t mine
I’m tired of taking the initiative
To resolve conflicts
Often compromising my integrity
Is accepting mistakes and admitting your faults
Beneath your dignity
You hold onto resentment
Ruminate about hurtful events
Point fingers of blame at me
Retaliate
Inanely reiterate
You’ve driven me to a breaking point
Don’t let me slip through your fingers
Don’t let me walk away
A simple sorry is all I need
All I need to stay
Bottled Up Sentiments. . 
Wow. I know “from the heart” when I hear it. Following enthusiastically now. Because I love hearing sentiments that were bottled up, spill free. It’s freeing, but to me.
Lovely.
~Jim
stay, just a little big longer but not too long if we can’t communicate.
I enjoyed the lyrical quality of this.
A lot of truth in your words, Sanah.
Pamela
I feel strength in this. It pleads a bit at the end, but I feel strength in the beginning.
You really identify what needs to change – don’t take him back UNLESS there is change (not promise of it).
That image – & wow, against your lovely photo – I can really see you in it.
Hope you are okay.
Hope you’re OK Sanah … good to see your name crop up :) xx
I won’t go into all the uninteresting and no doubt typical details, but this poem spoke to me so well.
That poem is like a runaway train, but with no wreck at the end!
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Sounds like that relationship is already over. Time to move on and find a new love… Thanks for stopping by my blog site.
What lovely poetry Sanah! What jumps out at me are your lines,
” Your premeditated acts to test me
Have left many scars
Enough to last me a lifetime ”
What makes such acts committed by the other person scar us? Does it have anything to do with us? Does it really have anything to do with us? If the answer is “No”, what could we do going forward?
Shakti
You remind me of one of my favorite songs.