What is it called when you realize you’re not her type?
When you come to the conclusion that even though she is (possibly) everything you could want in a woman, but you’re nowhere near her desired fit.
You probably would worship the ground she walks on, not to mention going way out of character just to please her, but could she say the same for you?
Too much work to convince her otherwise right?
Like if the vibe is there then there’s no denying the flow that follows,
But all you get is a cold shoulder as you stand in awe while blindly missing the fact she just ignored you.
Yet her figure and smile is the only hope you have for being the one.
Something about that feminine work of art has convinced you there is a chance in some weird warped way that is far from reality yet just ignorant enough to believe it could happen.
Yet reality sits quietly as it slowly reveals it’s stubborn head to prove your stupidity wrong.
She’s only nice to you because she is…
Judgment has already been passed.
Regardless of how unfair it is like running a credit check,
You just don’t have what it takes to be her one,
And it finally sinks in,
“She’s not it, bruh”
Fantasies won’t make it any better.
Playing the good dude roll in slow-mo will only waste valuable time.
Your compliments will only validate the self-centered thoughts that constantly smear her mirror,
And that day when she realizes it should have been you all the long?
Forget about it.
Yeah she’s a dream catch,
But pinup dolls are named that for a reason.
Stick to Reality……..
~James Newell
Heartbreak, just like Love, is universal. Everyone has experienced it. Some of us have experienced it from family, a significant other, and, even our children. From my own experience, I believe, the biggest issue I may possess is I put a lot of trust and faith in people. I’m the type of person where I always “give the benefit of the doubt”. I have found this to be a blessing and a curse, at times. There’s a blessing in giving people a chance. Sometimes that chance may have been just what they needed to move forward. Now, that chance can be beneficial to you or a life-learned lesson for you, either way that lesson hurt and maybe even more because you took that chance, even after being hurt previously. What I’ve learned through this process is it never stops us from trying again. No matter how many pieces the heart may break into, I’m learning it can always be mended and there’s ALWAYS a blessing believing that much. The featured poets wrote about different types of Heartbreak that we all have felt at one point in time or, even, right at this very moment. Enjoy.
I allowed you to enter through my heart this time, thinking things just might be different this go ‘round.
We begin at a slow pace, close to the middle but not quite there yet. As you gaze lovingly into my eyes, telling me what I want to hear, you spin us slowly with your foot hanging off the side. Having full control now, you’re to your feet spinning me faster and faster, but instead of love in your eyes, there’s fear. Fear of allowing me to make it to that middle chamber which holds the very depth of you, your heart under lock and key. I look away as to not become distracted for the task at hand, to stand as we spin. Stand for you, stand for me, stand for us. Your heart, I hold the key but I’m getting sick to get to this lock. If I can just get there, the fear would cease, I pray. As I build up my strength to take step by step, you’re no longer focused on me. Your hands are in your pockets. You’re walking away until your body is now dark. I spin and spin as it starts to rain, light showers, light thunder, but I sit now just waiting for you to come back and ride with me. Now the ride has completely stopped and all sickness and dizziness relieved. I make my way to the chamber to find there’s no heart, no lock, no key. The very thing I struggled for, became sick for, fought like hell for, compromised myself and what I believe in for, is gone. Then, in the distance there’s a light. The light appears to be similar to my previous designation, another chamber, but it has no lock, the door is open, just open. I step off the ride with no hesitation, no thoughts besides just getting there. As I get closer, I see the chamber is on another ride and you’re there spinning another round, gazing lovingly into her eyes, telling her what she wants to hear with your foot hanging off the side.
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