porque no te armas de valor y le dices la verdad en vez de correr de tus sentimientos con infidelidad y borracheras estas haciendo dano a ti y a ella pronto tu conciencia te devorara no te estoy juzgando, estoy preocupado por ti la gente está empezando con sus chismes hasta piensan que soy la causa de ti infidelidad y mientras me río de sus chismes nuestra colega me contó la verdad que ella es cómplice en tu infidelidad y la mirada en su cara me dijo todo ella está desesperadamente enamorada esto es un juego de amor peligroso que estás jugando donde tres personas se van a quemar
I am restless and unsettled realizing you never loved me I was just another girl to you nothing special, nothing meaningful just someone temporary to pass the time with I’m growing tired of this repetitive story Another love that expires when I ask for something more Another story that starts off with so much promise only to end up as another tragedy
Easy E,Tupac, and Dr.Dre calmed me down when I was lost amidst a nervous breakdown I couldn’t remember who the fuck I was or where I came from then I blasted some Gangsta Rap in my ear and remembered who the fuck I was I’m a Queen from the land of the Incas raised in West L.A and Paradise I’m made to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes even when they come disguised as humans that’s when I turned my grief into anger and rage and knew I wouldn’t be “just okay” I would make this my greatest comeback in my life story
I was never the marrying kind Don’t know why I forced myself into that line Maybe because of society’s expectations I made marriage my destination But it wasn’t really who I ever was Forever is not meant to be in my book of love But still I tried for seven years And by year 7, I ran into my biggest fear I felt trapped in a cage of my own making Happiness, contentment, and authenticity I was faking But it was never truly me Living this suburban reality And one day I wanted to sleep forever My mind collapsed from society’s pressure to continue this facade of being the perfect wife With my perfectly imperfect life My authenticity I had to put aside I’m a wife and mother of three There’s no such thing as being free But these were the lies I told myself The critic in me I learned to quell I learned I could be a mother but not a wife My husband took our relationship’s demise in stride There would no more anniversaries We were done with self imposed forgeries And a new chapter started with us One full of laughter, friendship and familial love
This is my response to prompt #8:An event that turned out differently than planned
We were an odd couple to start out with- a generation apart-only 9 years younger than my dad but we still fell in love and made it work for several years eventually exchanged vows and rings,raised 3 beautiful kids but we always knew we weren’t meant to be each other’s forever at this realization-I went crazy and tried to find a new love story but no one could stand me for long or treated me like a secret and when all of them left, I took comfort in our friendship understanding I needed to give respect until our legal ending Without regrets and resentment in our unconventional love story I’ll always love you, you will always my family
I wrote this in December 2018 when my husband forgot our 8 year anniversary. Iguess I was a little salty and kind of still processing the breakup of our marriage.
He forgot our 8 year anniversary I didn’t remind him because it didn’t really matter. Hopefully, this time next year, we will be divorced. There was no use in feeling sad or spilling tears Over something that would end soon. There was no use in feeling devastated over Something that never should have happened. Vows that should never have been taken. Promises of love that were doomed from the beginning. Empty words that were never believed in. 8 years of marriage; an institution we thought would bind us for eternal life. So that maybe the sting of resentment and neglect wouldn’t break us apart. He forgot our 8 year anniversary Just like he forgot all of his promises to “Try harder” or “to change” So I wouldn’t leave. He forgot our 8 year anniversary. And it’s fine. You don’t celebrate something That is already dead.
Fue el destino cruel hacerte cruzar la línea Entre amor y odio Fuistes una desperdicia de tiempo Nunca sabras lo bueno que pudimos ser tu amor era solo una pantalla de humo Hasta pensaba que teníamos Para siempre Quería creer que tu eras un amor verdadero pero tu eras otro “lo que sea” Y yo fui otra falda No hay nada más que decir es tiempo de olvidar todo lo que fuimos o pudimos ser
So I had forgotten to post this poem from the great breakup of 2001.
I guess it was fate For you to cross that thin line Between love and hate You were really a waste of time Now you’ll never know How good you and me could’ve been Or how much I really loved you so But your love was only a smoke screen I even thought we had forever because I wanted to believe you were true but I guess you were another whatever and I was another one you’d screw Now there’s nothing left to say and it’s time to forget everything
Gracias por hacerme saber que estaba con una desgraciado infeliz Gracias por quitar la venda de mis ojos que yo tenía pensando que él era solo mio Gracias por decirme que mi amorcito me llenaba de mentiras Y por ultimo gracias por quitarmelo de encima el nunca mereció alguien tan buena como yo