One word at a Time

Today was pretty cool I guess. I mean nothing crappy has happened which is enough to be thankful for. I went to half the football game, now I'm here writing. I feel like writing something everyday so I get in a habit of doing something. I still have yet to get to my homework yet, but I'm getting there. What I have chosen to write about today is a common topic that I have seen a lot of not just in the last couple of days, but throughout my life. I'm not dropping names so let's just say someone I know more a less led on and had hope for something, and was denied it. I've talked to 2 people on both sides of the spectrum. It happens all the time to a lot of people so it's not a unique occurrence. What I did a while back, actually not too long ago, it was July 29, 2006 to be exact. I wrote a poem about how the act of being led on has happened in my life more times than I would have liked. Actually I have several poems on this topic, but this is my personal favorite, so here it is:

Live Your Lie One Word at a Time

Didn't you see me standing outside your window?
Or was it more convenient to ignore me?
Notice I did not make a sound or
attempt to capture your attention with words
because I knew you would never hear me
over the lies you've been reciting to yourself
the same lies you convinced yourself were truths
How did you manage that?
I know how you managed it but you don't
You don't realize that the little faith I had in you
was no match for the amount of faith you had
that your lies would push me away
How right you were, I guess you prevailed
After all you're guilt free, enjoying your night
while I spend mine, probably writing some stupid poem
about some stupid guy who was mislead
Now it's time to make an attempt at a healing process
Maybe, I'll eat some ice cream in my sweats
and watch a movie where falling in love
is portrayed to be so easy and perfect... or not
But I'm a man so that medicine won't do
Instead, I'll play your game and devise a lie of my own
"I was too good for you and you're missing out"
Are you convinced?
Yeah................... Neither am I


This poem was written after a girl had rejected me after quite some time of leading me on. She lied to me in order to push me away, yet she convinced herself what she was saying was true. It's the OJ complex. Now I've been led on, on several occasions, but with this particular girl I didn't call her out on it. I just got over it. In all honesty it didn't tear me up inside, and in reality I believed I truly was too good for her. However, in most cases people do get torn up about it and they feel they weren't good enough for the particular person, which is why I chose to end the poem the way I did. I like the interaction between the reader and writer with the question at the end because some readers might sympathize with the writer and feel that the writer may actually be too good for this person, but the ending shuts down any thought of that. That's my explanation, Now it's time for homework