This poem is inspired by the infamous phrase "curiosity killed the cat". I chose this to start the poem because I wanted to learn more about someone and got my feelings hurt. But everything is a learning experience and an opportunity to grow.
They say curiosity killed the cat, but I wish it would have killed me Instead, it led me to you to have my spirit broken When you called me on a ledge knowing I’d talk you down After I calm the nerve I had to think you’d change All you do is chase ass and your ex, a damn shame To think I poured love into your cup and you poured poison into mine Because you only ever saw me as a prize that no one believed you could win Adorn yourself in me, showing off the fact that you could and you did Be proud of yourself, seeing me as an accomplishment And not a person with feelings Just a toy you can play around with and use, only to be put back in the box When you find something shiny, something better, something new
I distinctly remember walking home from the bus stop wearing the muse’s shirt being extremely angry. I was upset by something he had said, implying that I was a prize or accomplishment.
I felt icky. Like I was being seen as an object and not a person. Short lines kept flowing to me on the quick walk home and by the time I sat down, the poem had basically written itself.
As always, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t!
With love, always
Natasha K
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