The success of failures

You pulled away,
but I could never leave you.
If it is a crime to be a narcissist,
then all of mankind would be prosecuted,
for there is no other natural religion.
Each and every one is his own god,
and of all religions the most realistic one
would be the one acknowledging that fact
and making it its basic creed.
She cheated me and hurt me by her infidelity,
but so did they all, so many others,
as if our relationship and union only was a reason
and excuse for faithlessness;
and worst of all were feminists,
the cruellest one the most extreme one,
lesbian and to some exaggeration.
Only you did not deceive and cheat me,
but instead you brought on some adventure,
wild experiments in metaphysics and the occult
which no one can know where they might lead,
while certainly the constant risk of death is imminent.
This brings me into constant worry,
like a torturous malaise of some maliciousness
that I can never more get rid of as incurable
as long as I love you, which I must do forever
since you are the closest thing to perfect love
that all my failures in spite of all and after all led up to.

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Written on 2012-05-21 at 15:34

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Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks, Joe and Jim. Reality is sometimes harsh, but fortunately not always...

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Lost relationships are inevitably painful when the losing is the other's act. But, they are also opportunities, chances for learning and growth.

This poem speaks to that missed chance again and again. Thematically its consistently somber and achingly painful.

Well written.


No other natural religion than narcissism? Really? The worst were feminists? Really?

This is harsh. I hope harsh was your intent, if so you succeeded.