He called me all but a child of God...

There were times when I confused a midnight call for love 

Because my mind wouldn't quite process just lust

And in the midst of my own f**k ups and insecurities

I was still roaming looking for a man I could trust

There were times when I confused unprotected encounters for love

In thinking it showed he wanted a future with me

But all he wanted was to release his demons

And he transferred them through those seeds

There were times when I took the abuse

Emotionally, verbally and mentally

Naively, I thought I could heal him too

So I painfully endured it while nourishing him with sympathy

There were times when I held on too long

Instead of leaving when "love" began to hurt

But all of things could've broken me

Had this woman not recognized her worth

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

There's nothing really wrong with this but it would be improved if you re-edited it with word economy in mind. I'd love to tell you exactly how to go about that but I suffer from a similar flaw that is not obviously correctable.

I have yet to read a fundamentally bad poem from you. It'll happen eventually because it always does but, so far you do nothing but impress me.

[elle]

id like a further explanation...i appreciate insight.

and if you expect it, soon come? hopefully not. but thank you.

[Davidgeo]

Some of your lines read more like prose than poetry is what I mean by 'word economy'. I'd love to offer you specific corrections/suggestions but I think things like that take away from the poets individual voice which would be a disservice to your work.