Trinket of Indifference


Trinket of Indifference

could I ever?
{love another}
how could;
you love another – ever?
fantasy, hallucination
we, us
(no, it was them;not me)
not at all
a jokester of the heart
play my fiddle and walk away

fabricated;love interest
delusional thought,
I could love
be loved
and adored
then, the question –
it must arise,
tell me, (your little play toy;Me)
do you enjoy –
being my Nemesis?

my love and hate
my pain and joy
is that your pleasure,
ripping an innocent to shreds?

Ah, but you did nothing did you?
nary, a responsible bone in your core –
zero was there,
filled with empty
flowing with chicanery –
BUT, but whose?

come on you dynamic Machinator,
tell me; was it you,
or was it me?
still? nix,

am I, too insignificant for honesty?
however, much too cherished to obliterate,
must you keep me as your bagatelle,
clasped in your indifference?

{let us not lie any longer; Deary,
it was never about Me getting hurt –
you can save that for your other little Trinket’s}

(Inspired by some men and women who I have witnessed play such games…  one of my relatives has often said, “Indifference is the worst.” :-)) 


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17 Responses to Trinket of Indifference

  1. You pulled the words right from my brain, this morning.

  2. On speaking about his Soulbuddy Montaigne spoke of that special type love and could only explain by saying: “Because it was him, because it was me” Theres no explanation to love of two souls.

    • Ah, Montaigne… “Realizing how far removed from common practice is such a friendship – and how rare it is – I do not expect to find one good judge of it.” 🙂 Thank you psychologypathology, for such a trigger of wonderful words to read.

      • Much welcome. He really is a good read at times. So chilled yet precise, and rustic with it. Such a snagger for details too that others might leave out. Really a gem. Thank you too for really being the spark of this extraordinary remembrance. 🙂

  3. prewitt1970 says:

    For me this piece screams of broken anger, quiet distain, hushed hatered, sad actually.

    • Benjamin, I was trying to capture such emotions. Things that people wish to say, but cannot because they fear they will lose too much. Sometimes they have to come out and the sadness needs to be exposed to find freedom. I think I have a lot mixed into this piece that I am not even sure of. 🙂

  4. Nifti says:

    A bit sad. .. what makes one cry can also make them smile.. 🙂

  5. words4jp says:

    an awesome post – i have experienced these games. not fun.
    I do have a little something for you:

    I love your work – kimberly xx

    • Woot! Thank you so much Kimberly! I have experienced them too and observed them. I think it is more painful to watch when you know what is happening to the other person. I guess when I do not realize it is happening to me, ignorance is bliss. (Not really, when I discover it though!)

  6. Doris says:

    I am glad that as a writer you are embracing all types of emotions, I see a lot of the comments, where they say it sad, life has both the sad moments and the good ones too, good for you, I don’t mind feeling like this, well all being there. bravo!

    • Thank you Doris! I am venturing out and allowing myself to express all forms of emotions. I found that I was hindering some of my writing out of fear from past experiences, but then I decided that I needed to let loose! Trying to tap into true human nature, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the mystery of it all. 🙂

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