Not What We Thought
You were delighted with me. I felt the same. I tried to let you do the calling, so it would be all your doing. I was required to pass tests. At first I did well. In the glow of your admiration, I was all sweetness. But later, in your general dissatisfaction, you became displeased with me. I was too dumb yet too ambitious, definitely, not enough anything. How I tried to be your chemistry girl, or at the very least, lady enough to grace your arm, trustworthy, not perceived as dangerous. Instead, I became the friend that you wouldn't let go of, though the marriage carrot was ever dangled. So glad I could be your surrogate wife for awhile, but you never even asked to read my poetry. About the Author: Rita Bradley is in the throes of depair over a recent breakup. Hopefully it will make for good poetry. Please let me know if you think I should keep writing. Source: www.isnare.com |