I’ve only myself to blame
By Stanley Collymore
It’s not love of but simply lust for me that you’re solely
concerned with, and even though with some difficulty
I could have forgiven you for that, involved both
physically and emotionally as I am with you,
had you even belatedly been honest and
straightforward with me; you none the less in
your macho and egotistical eagerness chose not
to, preferring instead by any suitable means
you could to seduce me: the willing dupe
that you took me for, as you routinely
sweet-talked your way into my bed
where lyingly, as I now know, you
callously betrayed the trust I’d
commitedly placed in you.
None of which you have since evinced or in the
remotest sense seemed inclined to show any
remorse for; simply expect me to readily
understand the rather perverse logic
you glibly espouse that as a man your
personal feelings and emotions are
perceptibly different from those
which are customarily and sentimentally
experienced by women. “Well thank you!” is
all I have to say to you; for unequivocally you’ve
made me fully realize how naïve and utterly stupid I
was to expend so much treasure, time and energy
on what was clearly a travesty of a relationship;
but putting all that aside and leaving you, as
it’s now my firm intention to, I can at least
still acceptably do so having managed
to salvage what’s left of my dignity.
© Stanley V. Collymore
4 April 2013.
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