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Poem about my &&#*ed up ex boyfriend
Aug. 19th, 2006 09:19 pmThe guy I dated in college, Frank, the one I got arrested over in the most memorable event of my sophomore year, was not a well-adjusted boy.
Here's what I learned between the ages of 18 and 19 from dating this guy: Whenever you meet someone and they seem a little screwed up, don't think to yourself, "Oh, I can help him/her! He/She needs me!" Instead, you should turn around and run away as fast as you can. Seriously. If you have a relationship with a screwed-up person, they are not going to get well from being around the good influence that is you. Instead, you are going to wind up almost as screwed up as they are, feeling used and bitter in the end when they move on to their next "savior."
The conversation I wrote this poem about really did happen. The pathos it describes goes a lot deeper than it looks on the surface (and on the surface it's still pretty messed up). Too late, I figured out that any person who couldn't accept himself was not going to able to accept me, either. Nothing I ever did was good enough, and he constantly belittled me when I failed to live up to the ideal woman he though I should be.
It takes a fairly well-adjusted person, comfortable in their own skin, to accept you totally. I was young and dumb. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
( Mexicans )
Here's what I learned between the ages of 18 and 19 from dating this guy: Whenever you meet someone and they seem a little screwed up, don't think to yourself, "Oh, I can help him/her! He/She needs me!" Instead, you should turn around and run away as fast as you can. Seriously. If you have a relationship with a screwed-up person, they are not going to get well from being around the good influence that is you. Instead, you are going to wind up almost as screwed up as they are, feeling used and bitter in the end when they move on to their next "savior."
The conversation I wrote this poem about really did happen. The pathos it describes goes a lot deeper than it looks on the surface (and on the surface it's still pretty messed up). Too late, I figured out that any person who couldn't accept himself was not going to able to accept me, either. Nothing I ever did was good enough, and he constantly belittled me when I failed to live up to the ideal woman he though I should be.
It takes a fairly well-adjusted person, comfortable in their own skin, to accept you totally. I was young and dumb. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
( Mexicans )
