Poem: A fool for you:

A fool for you...

by Destiny Monroe OftenImitated-NeverDuplicated on Monday, December 26, 2011 at 4:21pm

I allowed myself to be a fool. Swore to myself that I never would again, but I did. And now I sit here before a shallow pool of tears; crying out my losses. Each drop tells a story of sorrow and weary souls. A woman constantly being trampled over by her long time lover's careless behaviours. But, I take responsibility, because I was a fool for you? Wasn't I a fool, when I held you hand through your pain? Promised you a better tomorrow? Was you doctor, your lover, your bestfriend? Your therapist, your lawyer, spokesperson and advocate? Cook, nurse, babysitter, drycleaner, maid and helpmate? Wasn't I a fool, when I was the only to remain there for you when friends became enemies, family became strangers, your encouragers became haters? When you were placed under the jail never to return, who worked the pavement like a shell-shocked slave banging on the doors of the city and even the state begging them to give you a second chance? Me! Because, I was the fool! I was foolish enough to see what good in you there was and to want better for you, even if you didn't want it for yourself. You see, I was foolish for believing in you and investing in you. Never expecting anything in return other than the love you were already giving me. I became your United Nations, your NAACP, your Make A Wish foundation and your Legal Aid. And all I wanted in return was for you to continue loving me for me. That same love you were already giving. That over-rated, under-appreciated, multi-divided, forever changing, indecisive, tainted love. I saw and brought to fruition the greatness I saw in you. And how did that make me a fool? You gave your loving to someone else and selfishly kept tagging me along. With your stories of how you needed more time to live and how you'd come back home when the whole time it was never your intention. You just wanted me in your prison and decided to wait until I stumbled upon the astonishing relevation that you married someone else. While I went through the Hell. The suffering, the pain, the late night tears. Girls playing on my phone. Chicks driving pass my house. Confrontations with your mistresses and your constant arguments just to leave the house. The mental, physical, emotional and psychological abuse. Huh! Yeah, I was the fool I did it all and someone whom when you endured even one-tenth of what you did while with me, didn't even care to be at your side. She got your lastname? And you couldn't even tell me. Just kept tagging me along. Yeah, I was the fool. A dumb ass,niave, simple-minded, blind, deaf and mute fool for you.