The Conversation

Him                                                                                    Her

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I'm a person who's hurting so in turn I hurt you.
It doesn't help my hurt when you say we're through. 
I want to be loved and have the broken parts mended. 
But the wounds are now gaping because we have ended.

 

I'm sorry that you hurt and are now bleeding. 
To hurt you more is not why I was leaving. 
When I was with you the happy times increasingly became few. 
Today I am safe, clear-headed and glad to be away from you.
 

Happy?! How can I be happy when I hurt so much? 
The only thing that made it better was your presence, your touch. 
But now you're gone and I don't know what to do. 
How do I live this life, a life without you?
 

You are seeing only one side of this truth. 
You're seeing the part that makes you happy, you fail to mention the abuse. 
I was never good enough no matter how hard I tried. 
The pain you inflicted was real, but you call it lies.
 

That's right they are lies because you didn't see my pain! 
I was trying to get you to be exactly what I wanted, but it was in vain. 
You stopped chasing the carrot and believing what I'd say. 
And now I have a sore heart from when you left, to this day.
 

Again, I am sorry that you are hurt and are sad. 
Unfortunately, you will stay in that misery until you realize control is bad. 
When those closest to you are always uncomfortable is your first clue... 
maybe it's not all of us; maybe it's you.

 

Why do I keep getting blamed when I'm the wounded one? 
People stay for a little while then tell me they're done.
Some will come back for a while and give me a chance.
But they end up leaving me at this now partnerless dance. 
 

Listen to what you are saying and you will see your own truth. 
You have been selfish and rebellious from your youth. 
Love is not controlling and fearful and loud. 
It's not painful, unforgiving, dishonest, and proud.
 

All of you accuse me of the same thing! 
This is not fair or right so stop blaming! 
I just wanted you to be exactly what I wanted you to be. 
Why do all of you say I'm controlling; I'm trying to help, can't you see? 
 

Look around at every type of relationship you are in. 
Look at lovers, children, friendships and kin. 
How much time do they spend with you before they have to go? 
Or make excuses to cancel or even no show? 
 

You're making this up! Everyone loves me! 
I do things to help out, I'm Superman, you see. 
I don't do things that are selfish, hurtful or wrong. 
It's all of you that seem to sing that song. 

 

I am getting more weary by the minute. 
So let's finish this conversation about our relationship and why I'm not in it. 
When I'm with you I am scared, miserable, hopeless and confused. 
In short, you didn't love, you abused.

 

I'M the one that's being abused because your words wound me!
I won't look or even take a peek at what you're trying to get me to see. 
So go away then and find someone new. 
I knew that in time I'd never be good enough for you. 
 

I love you deeper than anyone in my life. 
It crushes me even now to know I'll cease being your wife. 
However, you were killing me slowly as each cruel day passed. 
This marriage was one of control, not love, so it would never last. 
 

You say I'm the bad guy, but I'll get another to worship me, you will see. 
Then you'll be sorry that you ever left me. 
I'll pull them in, just like I did you. 
And I'll have another on my arm, or maybe even two! 
 

With that, I bow out understanding that this conversation was in vain. 
I've held up a mirror, but you want to stay the same. 
So I'll collect my love and trust and loyalty. 
And wait to give it to the man who genuinely loves me.