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Two Rules

Now, this is a poem about my breakup. My ex was weird but it happened anyway, so here’s the story.

Two Rules
By: Anita Marie

There are two rules you need to follow to win this game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

You see, the last time I played this game, I didn’t know the rules
I just leaped into it like I was searching for blue’s clues
Searching for signs to solve this mystery going around called love
Boy was I wrong when he started handing me my pink punching gloves

I stood there waiting for a punch but it didn’t come
Instead I got kisses, warm chocolates and hugs
My opponent made it seem like he wanted a connection rather than a fight
So as we made it to our corners, the emcee started picking up his mic

Introducing me, as an upcoming prodigy expected to win this season
And him, as a well known fighter yet has always lost for some reason
Both dignified fighters in their own right
Yet, who’s gonna win this fight?

Round one, we begin as we circle each other
Trying to get to know the opposing fighter better
It turned out none of us had landed a punch
And ended up disappointing the overlooking bunch

Round two was different, I felt it as we got closer
I knew more about your strategies and about the boulder
You carry everyday even if it was heavy enough to crush you when you stand
Little did I know that all was going according to your plans

Round three, your boulder, I helped you carry
And you said you’d thought I’d be a fighter too scary
Who knew we surprised each other so much
But in this round, spectators said we were losing our touch

The crowd boo-ed
The tickets were not cheap they said
A fight they wanted, a fight they will get

Now, there I stood with my pink gloves on
I took it off, and starting stepping out with conviction
I didn’t want to be a fighter if you were my opponent
I loved you too much already that to hurt you, I couldn’t

But before I could leave the ring to join your side
You landed a punch and said you lied

In the art of war, deception is the key
The crowd cheered for you and they boo-ed for me
My attention went to the scoreboard you looked at a lot
One point for you, okay now, I’ll stop

I’ll let you win because I loved you
But you didn’t love me back too
You said the words yet left bruises on my skin
You kissed my lips yet put my notes into a trash bin

I don’t know how much of it was a fight
I also don’t know how much of it was a lie
But I do know that something wasn’t right
Then I thought of something I thought I would never try

Let’s stop the fight. Then silence overtook the stadium.

I return the pink punching gloves stained red
I expected you to proclaim your love but instead
You took the belt, passed by me, without a trace of worry
Then I waited long for you to say the words, “I’m sorry”

I guess I’ll never hear it
Disqualified
Or maybe I didn’t listen
Disqualified

You see, I violated the two rules that made the game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

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Posted in Poems about Relationships

10 Reasons

Before I dated my ex, we were close friends. Back then, he gave 10 really specific reasons why he wouldn’t date someone like me and it consisted of the imperfections I had like my issues and stuff. I thought it was unfair cause he only gave me 2 really superficial reasons why guys should date me. Later did any of us know that we’d play a bigger role than friends in our lives. Although it has ended, I liked the story of how it started, how it begun. I think it’s a beautiful process. Good things come to an abrupt and tragic end but that’s another poem.

10 Reasons
By: Anita Marie

At the beginning, he gave me 10 reasons why he shouldn’t date me
I’m too boring, I’m weird, I’m a bit crazy
I have issues and I’m too ambitious to want to leave a legacy
All these imperfections of me, he could see clearly

When I asked him if he had a list on why he should date me
There were only 2: I wore glasses and I had a husky
Barely reasonable reasons and I appreciate the honesty
But seriously? Glasses and a husky? That’s all he could see?

Okay fine, forgiven, besides it’s not like I’m ever gonna date him
He’s moody, just as crazy, with no passion to win
He’s my friend, and the chances of us dating are slim
So why should I bother unless feelings start to begin

Uh, to my surprise, they begun too soon
Yes, destiny, I am questioning you
Why did you send over that moon
That made him think our love was to bloom?

What happened to that 10 reasons he gave me without second guesses?
What happened to number 7, the part where I’m full of distresses?
Did he really forget I can be easily stressed?
That I stress over simple things like how to get dressed?

Most of all, where did these feelings come from?
I need a clear, precise and logical explanation
Is this pity? Flattery? Or a mutual admiration
Can I go on escaping his gestures and love declarations?

Then I realized, I had to give in to it
Love cannot choose who you fit
And for him, I chose to put aside my wit
To just sit down and enjoy the trip