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Free The Rose

Updated on May 1, 2015

Thankful

I didn't think I would recover.
I was pathetic hiding from sunlight,
my friends, and my mother.
I was lost. I forgot what kind of food I liked
or the music I listened to.
All I saw was me without you
and my diet became 90 percent booze.
Then, I loss weight I couldn't afford to lose.
A year and a half later, I'm thankful for it though.
There's something brilliant about pain
once you choose to allow it to help you grow.
Without you, I escaped from the stress of my youth.
i laugh about the crap I let you put me through.

I'm thankful you backed out of forever. . .

Glass Doors

I heard your promises and the uncertainty in your tone.
So with every convo about our future, I felt knots in my gut form.
I'm no dummy. I knew something was missing, but the way I love is hardcore.
The lies you sold me were satisfying, like the night's first pour.
Too bad the outcome hurt like running through glass doors.
All in all, I'm glad I don't love you anymore.

Our breakup turned me into an ass.
I knew you were right, but I was hurt and that made me mad.
You jilted my heart in a way that had me afraid to sleep.
Like the Boogyman, still hiding in my closet.
You reminded me my adulthood was only skin deep.

Immature- I came off egotistical and ungrateful.
Those flaws shine when I'm tryna be hard and hateful.
The truth is I can't write my life story without you.
I won't praise you, but I'll never violate or short change you.
I'll never forget the good you had in you.

I know it's all sunshine and roses; so go ahead and love her, yo.
I was the one who was good at making your temper show.
You bled in the aftermath, 'til I rode you like a rodeo.
I was always real. You can't deny the spell of my afterglow.
Man, we created that.
With all the trash I talk, you can't fire back
cause you lost so much respect.
Even your friends hit on me
before learning you left.
Go ahead and analyze that.

Too bad our love made me feel dumb like running through glass doors.

All in all, I'm glad I don't love you anymore.

I always had a hard time
identifying the truth in your tone,
but you'll always feel haunted by me.
I know cause it shows.
So, when you look at your closet door at night when it's closed
remember Frida is your Boogyman, you shouldn't have plucked the rose.
I know your sickness, weaknesses, and sheisty decisions.
But I'm the basket-case. Well, at least I'm owning it.

I don't know if watching you leave or knowing you lied hurt more.
It's cool. That's the last time I'll run through a damn glass door.

-Free The Rose

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      Frida Rose 2 years ago from Maryland

      It's even better that you can relate. :) Thanks for stopping by, Martie!

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      Martie Coetser 2 years ago from South Africa

      What an excellent description - "Too bad the outcome hurt like running through glass doors."

      I can relate!

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      Frida Rose 2 years ago from Maryland

      Thank you everyone for stopping by and commenting!

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      Besarien 2 years ago

      Your poetry sings to me, occasionally gut-punches me. The songs are really pretty though.

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      Laurel Johnson 2 years ago from Washington KS

      This is the kind of poetry I like -- honest words from the heart and gut. Thanks for sharing it.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Hell have no fury... I love the imagery of running through glass doors and the honesty and vulnerability and at last the overall strength that lay inside of the poem.

      EWF

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Sometimes when the rose gets crushed, the fragrance is stronger. Your writing can help prove that. Best to you, going forward.

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      Frida Rose 2 years ago from Maryland

      Thank you, Jodah!

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Wow Frida, I love your honest and personal poetry. No punches pulled and to the point. Voted up.

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