By Bobbie Porter
*Dark Poem. A change of pace today.
The First Reaction:
When I met you I felt at ease,
Struck by the look of your face.
Affirmed by a bond.
And an unbreakable pull on my curiosity began,
Unable to let go,
and codependency I’m in.
I gave it my best,
I had to be sure.
She told me, ‘no hun.’
Yellow is a color for friends.
I was happy for you.
And what I said,
I won’t get in the way of real TL
Second Reaction:
When I manifested you the second time around,
Not the same person,
Different lives we were in.
I was more happy, sassy and fun.
This must have caused trouble,
We don’t live in a bubble.
A best friend I thought I made.
It was nothing like the first.
It was no thing, you said,
just like the first.
Third Reaction:
Forgetting all I learned,
All the heartbreak and loss.
Oblivious to the wreckage we caused,
blind to the traps,
Does he like me?, I asked.
It was hot.
It was cold.
The answer she gave,
with a serious look on her face-
It is both,
Following breadcrumbs,
My nose off center and trapped,
In my own decisions made
From self doubt in the past.
You said nothing of the second.
I told you the first,
Right to your face.
And looking back I see,
That the look you gave,
Was right on cues.
You totally knew.
‘That never happened.’
Is what they say with their actions.
Right to my face.
And it happened again.
Shocked as I was,
Move on I did.
No need to lie,
And good for them.
‘It’s true love’, I said.
Once,
Twice,
And Three times now.
And when I said it this time,
A prick and a chill up my spine.
A strange feeling ensued.
Too late,
A connection was made,
and a note I took.
I thought rainbows were,
a sign from God,
That you’ve passed the test,
and no more storms will arrive.
And yet here I was
Just like before.
A connection made.
Deja vu
How many lives does it take,
to break that glass ceiling.
And freed at last,
From my crippling anxiety and fear,
To love and be loved,
By the most dear.
Later I would understand,
I am the Love.
See also: https://thedowellbewell.com/stalker/(opens in a new tab)