Reblog – Falling on Deaf Ears by Dorinda Duclos

Worthy of sharing as so many I know have dealt with similar situations. Take care of yourself if you find yourself in a relationship like this.

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


How do I make you hear
Better still, understand
When my words fall
On deaf ears, am I
But a hum, or drone
You have so easily
Tuned out, turned off
Or is it you who simply
Does not care to listen
Muting the sounds
Too full of yourself
To admit wrong
Ignoring the signs
You need help
Or to notice
I am right
Here

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Wordle #472

You see, he has a unique ability to crinkle and turn my words into something which resembles a failure on my part. He only considers himself a delight with his sarcastic jokes until I call out his crappy shit. Then to complete the scenario, his jaw becomes clenched as he proceeds to scoff at what I say about him. Watch him as he begins to fold his arms like a big baby, try to flex and contort himself into being something better than he’s showing the world. Then shuts down like I’m the crazy one.

I see the real you.

We Don’t Know Until We Do

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Sad
So sad
Drawn to drama

Sucked in
By struggles felt
Empathy always given freely

Listened so patiently
Of course, comfort supplied
All needs are met immediately

Yet another tragedy appears
Tears, pain, the ugly cry
The solutions are found yet again

Now a different dire situation
A heightened angst flares so dramatically
The savior came when called, getting exhausted

Good advice, time and effort wasted
The pattern continues to repeat, not ending
Only in your world is life unjustly brutal

I’m truly feeling used, abused and recycled
It seems there is just no insight ever
Again being let off the hook from personal chaos

Why couldn’t I see it in the beginning
My heart bleeds so easily seeing other people’s pain
Damn narcissist, fooled again, I must be a slow learner

Actions Of A Stranger

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According to you, all that’s missing is a cape.
But your contribution is the bare minimum.
Turmoil abounds, and where are you?
You need a signal in the sky to see what’s
right there in front of you?

Emotional maintenance means nothing to you.
So many opportunities for growth missed or ignored.
My needs are on stand-by, yours apparently met.
And you’re still smiling and laughing while
it’s chilly in here. You never bring a coat.

So why are you acting like you’re a hero?