<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Years Later</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is a battlefield <br>Of choices made <br>And choices waiting <br>To be made, <br>Even if your choice <br>Is not to choose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I have made <br>Some choices <br>That I sometimes regret- <br>Like opening up to <br>A total stranger, <br>Pretending to be <br>An aspiring writer, <br>Who took my heart <br>And stepped <br>All over it, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I tried <br>To believe that <br>There was <br>Something greater <br>Between us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The only thing <br>That I found is <br>That some people <br>Do not live <br>Their lives in the open, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hiding some dirty <br>Past secrets that <br>Bring on guilt <br>And shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they try to flush <br>Their past <br>Down the toilet, but <br>The lies just keep <br>Building up <br>And the toilet backs up, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the plunger won't work <br>This time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to be your lover, <br>Not your plumber to help <br>Your lies from interfering <br>With your social life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even back then <br>You kept saying <br>That you loved me <br>But referred to me <br>As some friend of <br>Your nonexistent <br>Norwegian husband, <br>And you never wanted <br>Anyone to know about <br>Your fatherless children, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if your children <br>Are a source of shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all I wanted was love <br>And openness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all I got were lies, <br>Lies and more lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, it's been two years <br>Now since you wrote me <br>That love poem, calling me <br>Your soft and wild <br>Lover and a clutter in <br>Your pink laws. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all the softness <br>And wildness have gone <br>Somehow, after I returned <br>To Connecticut, dissolved <br>In all the fantasies <br>Of some ideal love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all I have are just <br>Old love letters and <br>Pictures of you and <br>Your children on my PC, <br>Fading in hollow dreams <br>That I could ever be a part <br>Of your family. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, go ahead and <br>Pretend that we never met, <br>Cringing about my <br>Bad breath, dandruff, <br>Receding hairline, <br>And social awkwardness, <br>While hiding behind the name <br>Of your nine years younger <br>Adolescent husband. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suppose he's good at <br>Fixing your computer <br>Troubles because all your <br>Big writing career <br>Revolves around <br>Internet gossip and <br>All the things <br>You'd like others <br>To believe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I don't take <br>Myself as seriously- <br>I once believed in us <br>And our future together <br>Only to have my books, <br>Dedicated to you, <br>Thrown in the garbage <br>And have you deny <br>Ever knowing me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Bill Clinton <br>once said: <br>'I did not have sex <br>With that woman, ' <br>Even though the <br>Evidence pointed <br>To the contrary. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, it's been <br>Two years since <br>I've been 'that man' <br>That you choose not <br>To acknowledge, <br>And I'm taking my <br>Life back piece <br>By piece, refusing <br>To trash whatever <br>Tender moments <br>That we had together. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we did have them, <br>Darling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, go ahead, and <br>Pretend that you <br>Never loved me, <br>Creating more <br>Lies and fictions. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It doesn't matter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that matters <br>Is that I'm true <br>To myself and to <br>My heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>December 15,2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Shaumyan">Alexander Shaumyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341260" data-title="Two Years Later de Alexander Shaumyan" data-description="Life is a battlefield Of choices made And choices waiting To be made, Even if your choice Is not to choose. And I have made Some choices That I sometimes regret- Like opening up to A total stranger, Pretending to be An aspiring writer..."></div> </div> </div>

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