To be one man’s priority

Time and attention
Without the need to mention.
She deserves that much.
Not an entire crutch.

She's not expecting fancy dates and gifts.
Or you to pull her chair when she sits.
She doesn't expect you to give up your hobbies and interests.
'I love you' to continuously sit and confess.

Or lose your job attempting to please.
Doing some acrobats or strip tease.
She just wanted to be somewhere on your priority list.
Without having to scream or beg grabbing your fist.

Otherwise, she'll just cry her heart out in isolation.
Because you didn't have any love or consideration.
She couldn't be a priority.
Settling for mere scraps eventually.

She'll just walk away.
One fine day.
When all she wanted was to make you happy.
While she was nowhere on your list of priorities.

At some point, to maintain her sanity.
She will walk out of the inequality.
It probably won't matter to you.
But this woman was genuine and true.

Sometimes, as much as you wanted things to work.
You're the only one putting in all the effort.
Your presence or absence makes no real difference.
Because it's just a matter of his convenience.

Still unwilling to accept.
That it's time to forget.
The heart aches.
But for your own sake.

Pick up the pieces and run away.
Don't dream of another shot and another day.
Eat some ice cream and chocolate.
And whatever it takes to forget.

Occupy your mind.
Something you'll find.
But the heart wants what the heart wants.
In pensive nostalgia, you'll perpetually haunt.
- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic/melancholic/intense piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Please note, some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children.

16 Comments

  1. Languages
    of Love Vary…
    Some Are Gifts…
    Some Are Acts of Service…
    Some Are Quality Time Yes
    Some Are Touch And Some

    Are Affirmation Rue True

    Yet That’s Only Five Languages
    of Love Assessed in Pop Psychology

    Not Surprising Discretely Measurable

    Parts that Don’t Include What’s Not

    Visible to the Naked Eye in Love Energy

    There are As Many Languages of LoVE NoW
    As There Are Eyes to Agree on What Love Is

    Beyond Eyes And Ears that See And Hear

    And That’s

    Key Eyes

    That Agree

    Eyes Willing to Understand

    Eyes Willing to Give Eyes Capable/Willing

    To Even Feel A Miracle As Wonderful As Love

    Generally Speaking Love Comes First People Come

    First When Giving Is Enough Generally Speaking Love Returns
    Yet It’s
    True Still

    Some Folks

    Expect to
    Change

    Apples
    into Oranges

    in Cultures Where Love,
    People, And Giving Rate Low
    On the To Do Lists of Life Love
    Falls if it Ever Rises at all in Eyes
    Too Cold to Ever Breathe The Miracle At All…

    There is a Kind of Love That Never Gives Up That

    Love Is

    Real

    That
    Love is
    Never
    Failing Kindness..
    A Work of Art Never Science Alone…
    The Further Down Now Love Comes
    On the to Do Lists of Cultures The Harder
    It Will Be to Be Found Among Those Wired as Less…

    In The Case of My Mother And Katrina Loving me Always
    Comes First Except For ‘Religion’ of Course Hehe As ‘Tradition’

    Often wins
    1st place

    Over

    Human Beings… Meh…
    Second Place Ain’t So Bad…
    i Understand the Nature of ‘The Beast’..:)

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  2. I’m focused on freedom and growth, that’s my priority
    Still wondering about who can fullfill my fantasy
    Tell me who you are, about your individual needs
    I can hold your hand, but I don’t know where it leads
    I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to go
    Let go of my attachements to let my energy flow
    Don’t get to comfortable or you might feel stuck
    Life is full of purpose, stop chasing your luck
    My muse you are the subject of my desire
    If you think it’s just a game you are playing with fire
    Of course we all deserve to be happy and understood
    But life is about much more, than just feeling good

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