Prose - How Does Pride Taste Now?
Well
Here you are
Things aren't going so well
Are they?
So you are deciding
Is it them?
Or you?
Were they right all along?
You "knew" they were wrong
But here you are now
With a wound
A self-inflicted wound
And they are gone
From your life
Because
You fought
For pride
What a great reason
To fight
But now you are alone
Did you win?
Or lose?
You've played this game before
Haven't you?
Who won?
You?
Really?
How could you have?
You're alone
Remember?
You've lived your life
And now you have arrived
At this moment
Again
And again
What have you learned?
Apparently nothing
All those arguments
None of it matters
Does it?
Because you are here
Today
So
Now what?
Do you care?
How does that pride taste?
How does it feel?
Like a lover in the night?
Like whispered love
In your ear?
No
It doesn't
Does it?
But you go ahead
Go ahead and be "right"
Be the stubborn one
You showed her
You showed the one
The one you will miss
The one you will obsess over
The one you will regret
Just like the last one
Who needs love anyway?
Apparently
Not you