The door does
Not go both ways for me
In the past when the door would open
I would follow the advice of well-meaning
People who would suggest that I should
Jump in and take the chance
And walk through
The door does
Not go both ways for me
If I go in, part of me does not
Return when I am thrown out the door like trash
By men who want the old in and out
But they actually hate
Those they use
The door does
Not go both ways for me
Suggesting that I take a chance on "love"
Is the worst advice that anyone can give me
When I have taken chances, I have
Only been abused, so
Not again
The door does
Not go both ways for me
I long ago grew very weary
Of giving but never receiving in return
Only receiving abuse for love
Do not suggest that I
Try again
~Cie~
Notes:
The Triquain, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem with several creative variances and can be a rhyming or non-rhyming verse. The simplest form is a poem made up of 7 lines with 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, and 3 syllables in this order.
Yes, the poem is autobiographical. Please, please, please do not suggest that there is something "wrong" with me for not wanting to be involved in a romantic relationship. Please do not suggest that I need to "fix" myself so that I can "find love." That may be something you need or want. It is not something that I do. I have had more than enough of gaslighting by narcissistic predators posing as "nice guys" for one lifetime, thank you anyway.
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