Cruising Alone

Have you ever given someone all the grace they didn’t deserve, only to watch them play their part with no real effort or sincerity? It’s a bitter pill, realizing that while you were trying to nurture, they were simply taking advantage of your kindness. This poem is a reflection of that moment—when I stopped grading their failures with sympathy and gave them what they truly earned. Disappointment should be your middle name, Yet you strut around with audacity, no shame. You graded me in realms where you barely passed, No effort, no spark—yet you dared to cast. I gave you grace marks, just so you’d feel the man, Propped up your ego, held up the facade, the flimsy plan. A line of women you’ve left in your wake, Empty hearts, whispered promises, a trail of fake. Inadequate love, yet you blame the insane— Girls twisted in your void, left to heal the pain. And still, you think you own the stage, A hollow boy playing at being sage. So here’s my final grade, no more disguise: You failed the tes...

Have you ever been in a relationship where you gave your all, only to have your vulnerability used against you? Where the words spoken were as sharp as the betrayals that followed? This poem reflects that moment, when the ones we trust most in the world—those who claim to stand for respect and love—turn out to be the ones who hurt us the most. You speak of respect for your mother, Bow to your sister’s strength— Yet you turned to me, your voice sharpened: “Can’t you find another man?” Work beckons you, you say, More urgent than my quiet pleas. You laugh at my tears, While boasting of her—your next trophy, your next bed. So, what if you left in my hour of need? You’ll hide it behind your self-made mask, Pretending to be the loving man, A saint for the world to see. You humiliated my heart, my essence as a woman, While building an empire of borrowed pride. You earned their respect with hollow victories, Climbing ladders made of suppression and betrayal. But wait— One day, you’ll hold your...

How often do we let others claim our light, only to have them turn their back when the darkness becomes too much? This poem reflects the frustration of giving everything, only to be dismissed and betrayed. It’s a raw exploration of how our pain often goes unnoticed by those who once claimed to care. So you couldn’t believe the truth of my scars, Hidden beneath the glow of my bubbly stars. You saw the spark I let you claim, But never guessed it hid my pain. When I opened my heart, you called it insane, Brushed off my storms, and danced in my rain. You walk with pride, a heart "full of gold," While my story, unspoken, stays untold. How does it feel to borrow my light, Then turn away when I lose my fight? Laugh at the cracks my soul tried to hide— A quiet battlefield where tears collide. How does it feel to dismiss my strain, Call me delusional, numb to my pain? You boast of care, a loving charade, But my truth was the fire you betrayed . How does it feel when someone takes your...