Tag Archive | Relationships

Now You Are A Ghost 

We used to be so close

but now you are a ghost.

Someone I hardly see.

You keep on hurting me.

.

Interested in yourself

I feel that I am shelved

in convenience for you

picked up when you want to

.

divulge all of your stress

and your unhappiness.

Never ask how I am,

don’t really give a damn.

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Your ego always shuns.

I love you but I’m done.

Won’t beg for attention

I’ll take your rejection.

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©Jacqui Slade

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Love Is A Slow Burn 

It’s a passionate flame

Igniting souls with its

ferocious flicker and

scorching intensity.

.

Its hellish damnation

is its fiery nature.

Emblazoned with desire

for its beloved spark

.

to combust in kindled

sweet nothings. Smothered

the glow is extinguished.

Loves waning’s a slow burn

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Ones lust is cremated,

the other walks away.

Their passion still burning

leaving, their warm hearts scarred.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Someone Else 

There’s always fault to find

and the criticism

is never constructive,

in fact it’s destructive

and I will never be

the ideal that you want.

.

I’m embarrassing.

My clothes are too young.

My hair is unkempt

and my tongue you would

wish to be constrained.

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And it seems that

I am only

loveable when

it pleases you

.

and you can

exert your

control to

.

make me

someone

.

else.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Time For A Change 

When you love somebody dearly

but the relationship’s estranged,

and you feel taken for granted

maybe it is time for a change.

.

Alter your own expectations

and take people for who they are.

You know nobody is perfect

and perhaps your opinion’s marred

.

by idealist perceptions

of what your connection should be.

it could be your own attitude

that’s causing all the misery.

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Even true love wanes with pressure,

give your heart time to beat alone

Leave your trusted soul air to breathe

because a person’s never owned.

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©Jacqui Slade

Putrid

Putrid

I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade