In This Relationship Game...(a poem)

In this relationship game, you win some and you lose some. Sometimes the most vexing part of deciding whether one should put themselves in the position to start a new relationship is the predetermination phase. This phase occurs when you are trying to determine whether the person is “the real thing”. You ask yourself a million and one questions about his underlying motives in trying to court you. You rule out the obvious, “I’m fabulous and intelligent”, then you try to figure out why else he is so interested? Of course, the thought that maybe he is just trying to get his sexual fix is embedded in your forethoughts. If this is the case, then it is only lust that is fueling the courtship. You wonder, how can love last if it is lust that is regulating the conditions? After this back and forth with yourself, you say, you know what, I’m going to take a chance. You take a chance and in the beginning, everything goes well, and you feel that this person may be the real thing indeed. Yet after a while, you start to realize that this person is changing. For what reason, there can be many. Yet the reasons are purely situational. Nonetheless, you start to realize that your judgment call on the relationship was flawed. This poem is about that process of realization.

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Maturity never compliments ignorance, nor does insanity to competence

Serenity is seldom mistaken for petulance, as hesitance is for confidence

But somewhere along the lines, weakness met strength and took on the challenge, of correcting what was considered an emotional imbalance

As lies faced the truth, fantasy revealed reality,

However, strength just mistook it as a minor technicality

Selfishness was introduced to selflessness and selflessness was introduced to helplessness

Motivation was then stunned by hesitation

Groundlessness was then stunted by elation

Tears were then confronted with grins as holiness was assaulted by sin

What was branded right had surely become wrong, one minute you’re here next minute you’re gone

As maturity and ignorance got into a battle, insanity figured competence really didn’t matter

Serenity figured she couldn’t take that kind of heat, so serenity wept as she watched petulance sleep

Confidence is nonexistent if hesitation is around

The strength that weakness had found had supplied no sound as she started to lose ground

That emotional imbalance that stood to be corrected, was now an expressionless stability that laid to be neglected

The fantasy that reality revealed had further been uncovered as a fabrication

that truth had deceived lies with using narrative imagination,

Strength, a witness to this debauchery shouted, “minor technicality I said”!

But by then, the minor became critical, and the technicality a characteristic

That drowned selfishness, selflessness, and helplessness, into a fixation that was sadistic

Motivation’s daze had suffered a disinclination to groundlessness’s surrender brought on by elation

Grins became chuckles as tears formed creeks; sin began to shout when holiness decided to speak

What was wrong had now become a criminal feat; your absence signified a peak in desolation subliminally