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A fondant fancy

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I knew you when your eyes were blue

A handsome boy

Surfing your days away

You travelled the world

Rejected her love and mine.

I sat you down and soothed your mind.

I didn’t know then

But I know now

That your mind was torn back then

Transfixed an addicts hue.

As the years go by

I have felt with my pain

The only one lover

To leave me so I could gain

Your words pressed hard

On my body and mind

Im leaving so you can grow

Take the pain .. I’m being kind.

At my tender age of seventeen

A marriage proposal off another

Guy on his knees.

Yet all I wanted was reciprocal

Love

Not to be pushed to uni

Or some others lovers arms

To be touched.

I faded his memory

Over time it didn’t hurt

He loved me so much

Yet somehow I knew

I needed to disperse.

So many years after

About 30 I met him again

A shadow of his former self

Trash in a bin

His demeanour was untrustworthy

His body was battered

With years of drug taking

In Columbia , New Zealand and anywhere

Else he gathered.

We spoke of his life and what a mess it had been

He had no regrets of following

His drug adventure and dream

No kids. No genuine lovers.

Just cheap thrills all these years

A dopamine addict

With a perching for beautiful thinks

You look at him now

A shadow of his former beauty

A remarkable lesson

To make better choices in life , lovers and your bounty.

A fondant fancy

Sweet and satisfying on the outside

Beautiful when they are freshly baked

Yet

Over time they crumble

Their colours fade

They become mouldy

Yet there is another path

Feed them to someone

And they nourish each other

Symbiotic understanding

Growth and wonder

Regret is more painful than

I have none

I took my freedom

From him and every lover that was wrong .

I made peace with my heart

Time and time again

Till I ended up indifferent

To marriage , masculinity and men.

Yet my heart has softened

In more recent times

Just to find the same old story

Where men can be blind

To adventure and dopamine

And not realised

That the best thing in their lives

Is a connection that’s true and kind.

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