Predictability

Don't be predictable; be you.

Roses are red, and violets are blue.

By now you've lost interest, haven't you?

That poem is predictable, a bit overdone.

Is that why you stopped loving me, why you chose to run?

I cooked, and I cleaned, and I often remained bare,

covered only with a blanket if the cold became a snare.

I thought this was all men wanted; I was the perfect girl.

I maintained kindness and helpfulness; my smile was always curled.

So why, in the end, was I not enough for you?

I suppose I was too simple... 

You don't want roses that are red

and violets that are blue.

Author's Note

The focal point of this poem is that I was left because I was too predictable, and too often-heard of. Did this make sense in my writing?

Reviews

[Chris]

There is so much that can be said to this poem - but mainly ...it takes two and both need to want and work for it to last. Taken for granteds crush couples and a moment's excitements gets taken for a deeper drawing than it mostly was... least for one side.

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts and I liked the ending. Thank you Rosie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rosie Brooklin]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome Rosie.

[Matthew Kult]

Predictably humble

Great read

Matthew

[Gee]

Makes perfect sense. One partner or the other often looks for the greener grass, excitement, but every long term relationship becomes predictable, comfortable. This has to be offset with making time for each other, date nights,days away etc.
Many folk will relate to this Rosie

[Rosie Brooklin]

I'm glad you appreciated my poem! Thank you for your kind and understanding review.