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The Raging Furor of Rejection (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

 


My perception may have been a little cloudy,
but my vision was clear as glass,
Watching the way you would look at me,
admiring my dry wit and sass.

Our experiences are what bonded us,
our lives made us a duo, at best.
It didn’t take much for you to put your trust in me,
so I let fate take care of the rest.

Behold, a drastic change in your output of love,
You grimaced at my desire.
Suddenly I felt the warm, brash sensation of embarrassment.
Your detest set my soul on fire.

The coldness of your attention,
the prickly tension when I call your name.
Your answer to another interest at night, right about now.
Our friendship will never be the same.

I ask have you betrayed me?
Your answer is so innocent, “No, never.”
Your devilish charm exudes lies and deceit.
You, my once friend, aren’t so clever.

I’ve had doors closed in my face a few times before,
and my relationships are so few.
But a flicker of hope radiated through my soul
the first moment I saw you.

You enjoy your nights of living it up
with your new bestie and lover on the side.
I can no longer embarrass myself
and chase after someone. I have too much pride.

Each night the burn of embarrassment lessens
more and more from my heart.
I’ve concentrated on creating a better version of me
so I continue to love myself from the start.

I will never fall so hard for someone else,
putting my soul and mind in utter dejection.
I will forever keep cool and know my self-worth,
escaping the raging furor of rejection.

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