Trapped.

Temps Yet another of your great poems full of feeling and emotion most of us have been there and experienced, ending as they all should by learning the lessons of love and putting it behind you as tomorrow is another day.

Lost Love

No love is ever wasted it fulfills that time when shared with the one you loved and it should be cherished for the good it did at that time. Ray S 5/5

Alas I know exactly how this feels. To be used as something invaluable. Something taken for granted so frequently. It's something that can destroy a person's confidence and make them cry constantly. Many individuals suffer from the same type of relationships. It only ends up reoccurring in other relations that are formed. We create an ideal mate in our mind's. But most often settle for less. We figure we will never find that perfect match. I told myself the same thing. And settled for nothing but misery. Hoping in my mind they would change. Because I like to heal other's. You cannot heal someone who doesn't want to healed. Nurturing them and coddling them will only suffocate you both. It's a constant battle. To try and change someone is like trying to change yourself. If you don't have the willpower to do so. You wont. And pain only elongates its fangs. It will eat you alive. It becomes an addiction. This healing other's deal. Sometimes it's a good thing. And is necessary. But many a people suffer from illusions. And you will cause yourself nothing but trouble. It's like Rhianna's song Disturbia. It can be a disease of the mind. It will consume you. You'll feel as if you can't live without that person. But never tell yourself that. It's not true. If they died. Thats what you would have to do. If they truly love you they wouldn't be so rejecting. They would endure their pain and share it with you. A locked book sometimes can never be opened without the key. If they hold the key and choose not to give it to you. Leave them behind. Though it's a terrible agony to move on. Don't stay frozen in place. You'll get frostbite. Never stand in the sun too long. You'll get burned. Neither prospects are that appealing now are they? For a self harmer like myself. They would be. There are many forms of self harm. You put yourself in danger of losing yourself either by death or by just losing yourself in anguish. You are self harming. Contemplate on things before you choose to remain. It's never going to get any different if they tell you "I'll never change" This was a beautiful write. It held sincerity and yet a viscous note of sarcasm. It's refreshing. Great write Temps.

5/5

-Lilium

Not one of your best but the final stanza was really powerful.

Great poem, like the language use and the flow of the poem. well done x

I really enjoyed the free flow and the great metaphors ,but most of all the emotion expressed about a situation that most of us can relate to.

great poem