Poem - Apologize

Apologize

I came to the realization

That an apology will never come

Your pride will not allow you to be wrong

I had your back

I picked you up when you fell

Dusted you off and pushed you in the right direction of greatness

Tied your bootstraps when you stumbled

Brought you to the top of your game

And what did I get??

Ridicule

Disgust

My will broken, faith diminished

Dreams deferred

Love denied and held for ransom

Mentally beaten, emotionally devastated

I’ve done so much for you

During the years together and apart

It took an act of the Almighty and several issues

To realize that it was all a lie

To admit that it was all wrong

And walk away from you

I had to realize

That you were a disease

That I needed to be cured from

To get rid of you would be my salvation

For all of the things wrong with our unholy union

I know you will never apologize to me

After all, you are always right

It’s not in you to admit

Too late

The bridges have been burned

Olive branches used as kindling

Just walk away and never look back

Real men apologize, but we know that you aren’t one of them.

To all the idiots....

Yeah this is my testament to the stupid idiot that had nothing better to do than to go on a blog in which I haven't touched in over a year to say simple minded comments on a poem that I didn't even write!

I would have gone on a expletive-filled rant, but that will only push me to your level. However, I will respond to your name-calling first amendment expression.

That poem must have REALLY struck a nerve with you, didn't it?? From the filth that came forth from your little fingers, you must have had your man taken away from you in this fashion. Let me be the one to apologize. I will apologize to you for not taking the time out to learn all the needs, wants, and desires that your man had and you decided that you didn't want to know about it. I apologize to you for not satisfying your man the right way - mentally, physically, and emotionally. I apologize to you that the woman that wrote that poem wasn't me, but I understand where that woman is coming from, and it should be a lesson to you.

I apologize that my nickname bothers you so much. I apologize that the Homewrecker is not from the ghetto, as you so lovingly put it, but by way of Capital Hill, one of the wealthiest sections of Washington, DC. I apologize that I carry myself like the diva that I am, and I command respect, and give respect in return. I apologize that I am college-educated and not a "classless twat". I can only assume that he must have called you that at some point in your miserable life. I apologize that I am not a "grubby little bitch", but I am the Head Bitch in Charge. Oh, that's right - you think I envy you because you are an "accomplished woman"? No, I don't envy you, but I do feel sorry for you. Most accomplished women lead very empty lives because they lost themselves in that bourgeois world.

As the passage goes (Matthew 16:26):
"For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"