Why do some guys seem to have the power to make you feel amazing while killing all your sense of self-confidence at the same time? It’s like you become dependent on his words to tell you you’re beautiful, special, smart… and you forget that you have to tell yourself these things too. And then to become a stereotypical girl, to fall for this… for his lies that you believe so easily. You become the “one” girl who can change him.. he’ll be different, he just needed you to show him what he needed to change.
Let me just say one thing… NO WAY. Stop. Turn around and drop him off where you found him.
But you won’t. Your friends will all be yelling this at you and still… you grasp at the glimmer of hope like it’s a lifeline. And I get it, because I was just this girl. I just fell for the smooth-talking player.
I don’t regret it, but it wasn’t fun. It was a roller coaster, and I got caught up in the adrenaline. But the ride’s over now and though I learned some things along the way, I will NEVER get back on.
What did I gain from this? Power. I can pride myself in the fact that I was able to escape him, to be the first girl to ever dump him. and though I don’t like using any form of swear words on a blog.. DAMN THAT FELT GOOD. 🙂
So anyways, these are some poems I wrote just after I first met him. Took me a month to realize that my first instincts were right..
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Beauty
I see you there sometimes
Behind the mask of media
Strutting about in the flashing lights
Might disappear soon…
already has.
Boy vs. Ego
Lines practiced, rehearsed
All he’s come to know
Outside all eyes are cameras
Poised and ready for the show
But is this all he has
Is there something more inside?
When the lights are all turned out
Does he have some place to hide?
What will ever change this boy
Into the man that he should be
So that fame, fortune, women
Is not the one future he see
Will he come back down to earth
Like his eyes plea he should do
Or is this just a game
That ends up hurting you.