The truth hurts… (conversational poetry)

Hours.

I could sit here and do this for hours.

It felt like we’d been doing this, for hours.

The same conversation, the same strained repetitive narration. I could swear the atmosphere was filled with more erratic complication.

I asked questions I didn’t want to know the answers to, all because lust had now destroyed a reality I once knew.

There was no way to sugarcoat or change his words. I could only replay the last hour in my mind because thats how much it hurts.

With every phrase that left his lips, I began to wonder when we first started to split.

You know, when our cracks started to appear. And the distance between us didn’t seem so severe.

But as I’m sat here, all I can think is, he slept with her.

How he chose her over me, even though the bridge of his melody screams “baby, it’s not what it seems!”

So I reply “You were supposed to be on my team!”

“It was a mistake! It never should’ve happened!”

I looked directly into his eyes and I felt my face dampen.

“It was a one time thing! She means nothing to me!”

“You gave her something that was mine, that’s what you’ve fail to see.”

He gave me the floor and listened intentionally.

“Despite our Godly ties, I let you come inside. Creating spiritual allies yet you still offered her a ride”

I continued as he looked into my eyes.

“One you had no right to give! All because that’s not how I wanted to live! I slipped up once and said never again!”

“You never communicated that with me Tara! Why didn’t you say this way back then?”

“My actions showed the guilt I felt when we consummated our relationship!”

“I would’ve understood you better with a signed confirmation slip”

“That’s not fair and you know it’s not!”

“No, what’s not fair is you acting like you forgot!”

“Forgot what? What do you mean?!”

“That after that night, that’s when we welcomed distance into our scene”

He looked directly at me as he continued to speak.

“Even though you felt unclean you never communicated those words to me”

“You’re my boyfriend, you should’ve noticed the change naturally”

“All I ever felt was a change in our routine”

I began to count down from the number 19.

“With every touch I ever made, you would disregard my affection like our relationship was a mistake. Like every emotion I ever gave was easily replaced”

“So that gave you reason to find someone else to take my place?!”

“I’m not saying that my actions weren’t wrong. But I’m saying don’t over look your production on this song”

“So what do we do? Do you want to be with her now?”

“Of course I don’t. It’s always been you. But at our present stage, I’m stuck on how to move?”