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I am the woman your mother warned you about
Do not fall in love with a woman like me
I am like the rose in the garden you pick
For its’ beauty
I am not the rose petals my dear
I am the thorns
I cut deeply
I warn you to not enter the garden searching for me
You must stay far away from me
The thing between my legs is nowhere near as important as the thing in my head. If you can not realize this, then you are part of the problem.
Choose the man who comments on your mind rather than your body.
The old man holds up an old black and white photo. The tears run down his grief stricken face. He softly says while staring at the picture, “I enjoy sleep the most. That’s when I get to see your lovely face. Until we meet once again my dear, I’ll be dreaming of you.” He turns off the lamp. Pulls the covers up to his chin and closes his eyes. When morning comes, he does not wake. For he is now at heaven’s gates.
Your heart may have cracks in it from past lovers but I assure you it will beat just fine.
We sat in silence until he took a deep breath and said, “You care so much about others and not enough about yourself.” I stared at the ground while biting my lip. I nodded. “Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. I answered, “Because I know what it feels like to not have anyone there.”
She was an intoxicating, mesmerizing mess. He knew she was mad but he could not let her go. She was the most angelic being he had ever seen.
She pushed people away so that she could never be hurt. In the process, she broke her own heart.
Today we met again after not so long ago
I often wonder how many others you visit
For you do not care about a person’s
Race
Gender
Age
Social Status
Nationality
Culture
Political Party
Religion
No you do not care at all
You have no remorse
You keep affecting us all
You bring stigma with you
And if that is not enough
You take lives
You have gone after mine many times
You tell lies to people in hopes they will succumb to you
I know the dirty work you do
However, I have made it my life’s mission
To reach all who suffer due to you
I will save them before you get to them
That is my promise depression
You clever wolf; I was your sheep
Empathy Poetry 