You play the victim,
but all I see is an abusive coward,
that murdered my mind and got caught.
Words leave your mouth
(that I used to kiss with such a hunger),
and they evoke anger,
because they taste
of a deliberately provoked jealousy in me.
I answer you
in a series of questions,
that leave my heart aching
(and I instantly regret asking),
so I scream,
in order to drown out answers
that you probably won’t dare to even whisper.
You told me,
that she reminded you of me,
but honey,
every man is a spitting image of you,
I just never gave them the pleasure.
Loyalty is measured
by the ever-growing thickness of the rope
that ties us to each other…
and baby,
I’m cutting you loose.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
By far one of my new favorites Chatty Owl
“And baby, I’m cutting you loose.”
Excellent last stanza. 🙂
Oh darling, thanks so much.. Means a lot to me.
This is brilliant.
Despite the fact I can truly relate to the subject matter, this is brilliantly written. You’re very, very good. Inspiring!
I felt your rage! I tasted your words and I felt free when you cut him loose! This was iconic!
Thanks so much for such a great comment!
I love the truth and disaster of this, darling. Beautiful and earned rage, I can feel your self-respect and I adore it.
I knew (or thought I knew) four men that this poem describes perfectly. Strong, growling with grace and powerful.
Thanks Beth.. Nice for you to stop by 🙂
Love the build up to the “cutting loose” lines:
“Loyalty is measured
by the ever-growing thickness of the rope
that ties us to each other…
and baby,
I’m cutting you loose.”
Awesome!
Reminds me of Christina Aguilera the song “FIGHTER”.
Good trigger!
Strong ending. I liked it. 🙂
Hey there mister! Long time no see!
Well we owls both fly at night. You are more likely to miss eachother no? lol
So it seems! How’s life treating you, mister? 🙂
Just busy with kids, work, wife, and blog. And now football season 😉
You?
Same 😉 minus the football! Lol
Everyone needs a little football in their life. 😉
Oh no no.
lmao!
your mind
is a temple
~
unlimited strength
from the
empowered
goddess
Your words
Carry grace
And undeniable mystery.
Yeah Yeah Yeah and Yeah!!!
I’m blown away by your power, Ms Owl!! LET LOOSE is prose right up my alley; simple, straightforward and dripping with venom. Not one bit of emotion was lost in your words. Unreal!
🙂
Dripping with venom indeed! You know me, im bitter and poisonous! Haha x
Forcefully and eloquently stated…
You thought so? Thanks..
Use a big sharp knife Owly.
Need to get one.
Always enjoy,you are a steady read from my coffee table book..love it.
Am i?! Awww darling x
poem after poem, you weave a compelling, beautiful tapestry … alive with voices, alive with pleasure, alive with suffering and resolve. exquisite x tony
Tony, as always, you come bearing the best compliments and praise that leaves me blushed in timid joy. Thank you x
Busted! Thanks for liking my latest. Liked this poem enough to follow this blog but it will take a while before reading your work in more detail. So, for now, greetings and best wishes from a fellow poet and blogger.
What a pleasant surprise, I must say. Im flattered.
Very striking and powerfull, I loved the ending – the message and the strenght it carries and I am glad if a rope like that got cut!
Right? Nobody needs a heavy weight of something like that in their lives. Thanks for stopping by!
Perfection, Chatty.
I couldn’t have said it better. This is how I’m feeling this week. Exactly….
Oh my… Then i feel for you, girl.. X
Well….he’s a dope on a rope. Beautifully done
Dope on a rope?! Ha! Awesome phrase.
he got what he deserved – but not “every man” bears his image
Thats true!
Love your endings! Fantastic owly. So bitter 😉
slam dunk woah – loved this and the 5 line close – a viper heading for its prey.
You told me, that she reminded you of me….. wrong words my boy…
zapped in the right places Ms. Owl – well done.