Member Poem

Dear seducer of the soul,

 

So much time wasted on trying to make you whole.

 

Here is my gift to you, a mental letter.

 

My flesh craved you, but my mind knew better.

 

"Don't let her do this, don't let her endure this evil weather.",

 

pleaded my mind, but my heart was too sweet.

 

I'd rather see me fall, rather than see you at another woman's feet.

 

As long as I gained you, no other victory could make me feel complete.

 

But there was no victory gain, only a wave of defeat.

 

Now here I lie, shackled by insecurities that you used to tie me down and keep me at your feet.

 

But did I only stay tied down because I was the one keeping me from being free?

 

Now I stand, unrestricted and unconfined.

 

Full of the fixed, regenerated leftovers of a once heartbroken mind. 

 

I've become more advanced with time, maturing in age and grace like a special kind of fine wine.

 

Signed by a survivor of love, who will never lose her shine.