I Didn’t Mean That (Draft 1)

I Didn’t Mean That (Draft 1)

I didn’t mean that, but
I heard her scream, and

I can barely breathe
because I love her so much

but she tears at my soul
like my tears are nothing

and I must leave now
because if I killed her
I’d be so sorry
for every stab wound

so many million times
I loved her, but never
did she ever really love me

— Douglas Gilbert


4 thoughts on “I Didn’t Mean That (Draft 1)

  1. This is really sad, I’ve been feeling the same way, it’s really hard to love someone deeply and feel like you mean nothing to them…
    It’s been a hard week – it’s funny how most people see birthdays as a happy thing to celebrate. But it just doesn’t feel like much to celebrate when you’re a lonely single mom who hasn’t really accomplished much of anything besides getting people drinks and taking their dirty plates.

    1. sorry for your hard week and I don’t want you to get old and as you’ve given me joyful responses you seem like my celebration on a clean plate and maybe I will cook.

    2. You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve not accomplished. In a contest of non-accomplishment I think I would win, but I don’t know if there’s an award ceremony and I don’t know if I would give an embarrassing speech or not — I suppose it would be a requirement. “I’d like to thank the academy for this award and statue, and I’d like to know if it’s made of real gold or silver because I want to melt it down. If not I’ll throw it into the audience…Oooops, sorry about that — I didn’t mean to hit anyone in the head…Um, is there a doctor in the house?”

    3. Well, maybe if you can find the right rabbit hole, you can follow Alice into Wonderland and celebrate an un-Birthday which is good on any day of giggles

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