you stood me up

you stood me up, last night,

though you didn't know it.

eight years since our lips last met,

i remember you so well,

shaggy hair

bright blue eyes

bicycle sweat.

from troubled youth, you grew

into passionate poet

vagrant anarchist.

yes, i found my picket fence

you so despised

your father had been fenced in

all his life.

now a mother, i see

the beauty of my body.

the immense gratitude 

i did not hand it over

for you to use.

shaking with desire

i balked.

you entertained yourself

with passing girls

one who whispered

'when he gets drunk

he still cries about you.'

and now i see your father

in his apathetic, selfish ways

leaving two women

two families

to grow alone.

i wanted to make you regret

i wanted to make you feel envy. 

you didn't possess me

and you didn't break me.

Reviews

[Robert Parlange]

Standing tall and facing the one that hurt you. It is the greatest strength of women: the strength to face life. We men run away from it. Sorry John Wayne, but you had it all wrong.

[Aries1984]

Powerful poem here. Very full of strength. This poem shows that it's writer is a strong person. Keep writing!