zaterdag 15 november 2014

You spoke nicely to me
and I thought you cared.
Then, one by one, over time,
came the barbs:

A ridiculing comment;
A put down;
A blunt correction;
Implied blame for your feelings;
An ignoring or a shrinking back
when I got too close.

I tried not to notice,
to rationalise and deny,
to distract myself or to dissociate;
or to meet my needs elsewhere.

But my heart whispered,
and hurt.
Then for reasons I stayed away.
And you said nothing.
You did not care about me.
I saw.