Ephiphany *A Poem*

When you first quenched your thirst for the first
high heels and purse that
enticed you
what did I do?
I fell down and cried
and with red rimmed eyes
I asked you
why
and you let out a sigh
and tried to console me
but I refused because I wasn't used
to be comforted by the enemy
and when I couldn't be consoled
for you the scene grew old
and you became so bold
to be so cold
and tell me
I overreacted.

Later we became friends
and reconciled again
and then
you left me for her
we don't need to know her name because
she is one and the same
several women morphed into one
and "any other woman" is her name
and I cried once more
and lay in a fetal position on the floor
because my heart ached and ached
and my spirit was sore
from being broken again
and your knee took a slow bend
and you came down to me
and you kissed my cheek
and seemed to be tickled that my strong spirit could so meek
all because of you
Only I didn't feel tickled, I was in pain
and I called out your name
in agony
I asked you how can you do this
to
Me?
and you shook your head, and instead of comforting me
you rose up instead
and said
I overreacted

and now,
I remember how we met
and how I would get
so excited when you came by
because in my mind you were this wonderful guy
who I thought was mine
but was common to many
and any
time
I start to find
myself missing you
and the things you do
or wondering who
you're with
my lips
curl into a grin
because I know too well your gifts
and your sins
and you're not that great
but that comment you'd make....
was right
when it comes to you
I'm glad we're through
because
I overreacted.