This month I've discovered a more malign use of verse. Not wielded by my own hand, I am just pondering on the online inky action I've witnessed in passing.
A girl, post breakup, is very happy with her liberation, in fact she'd chosen her ex's replacement some time before finally managing to get rid of him, so it was a relief for her when he actually left. But him existing competently without her is not yet an option in her pretty world, so to ensure a good grip on his attention she's been posting subtle 'my heart is sad/ if only my departed lover was here' genre poems for the world (but especially him) to see. As her heart never has nor is ever likely to break, she's doing it as a creative writing punishment exercise, but unless you know that, it's completely convincing. She writes it while sitting next to her beloved new man, grumbling that she feels a bit insulted that her ex might be thinking of dating new women already. The irony is breathtaking.
It hurt to read it, due to things I was already feeling. In addition, I think I'd always feel turmoil regarding responsibility to speak up versus the strict rule of not interfering, but comms seem to be down at the moment.
In the meantime, I watch this poetry flow, I wince, and I wish I could dole out a few slaps. But the rest of me is in awe that anyone would have to imagine what it's like to feel real loss, and then be so skilled at making another person feel that pain and regret instead.
Such a good aim with words. Poet, princess or sociopath?
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