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how your "home sweet home" door mat really feels

by Nanette Bellman

twice in one night
you took the liberty
of finding your way
into my dreams

it doesn't matter if once,
you were laughing and joking
like it was the good ole days.
you begged me to take you back
(like that would ever happen anyway...)
but you couldn't make me that guarantee I needed before...

or that the other,
I watched you live this life
that you once said you wanted with me...
with her...
you were happy
and I couldn't believe you...
(I still can't...)

what matters is this control
you have over my subconscious.
how you can just walk right in
and sit on down
like nothing has changed
like you belong here
like this is home...

I know they say home is where the heart is
and if that's the case...

you surely don't live here anymore....

03/17/2010

Author's Note: I'm not your doormat, so you can't walk all over me anymore...

Posted on 03/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/17/10 at 04:25 PM

Nanette- this is a great piece! The last 3 lines summed up nicely- gutsy write!

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/18/10 at 02:34 AM

I agree, I like this peice very much.

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/18/10 at 02:39 AM

my door mat says "welcome to our crib" haa. But I like this. Let him (her too) know what's up!! :)

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