Dealing With Your Replacement - A Poem To Her

Intellectually, I know that the woman who has "replaced me" as the object of my N's adoration is just the next victim. But it stings. I want to talk to her. I want to hear how it worked out. I want confirmation of what I already know -- that she's no more special than I was. But I need to not do that.

I wrote a poem about it. To her. That helped me.
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To My Replacement

Her gaze, like the sun on your neck
Is surprising.
And it gets more intense when she tells you
That every woman that she’s known before
Has lead her to you,
And your love
That she thinks might just last forever.

There’s something about you that draws her.
It’s the magic inside you that’s special.
She sees all the best of what you most want to be
And she knows what that is
‘Cause you told her

The most magical thing of it all
Is how your eyes recognize
Her artistic side
They’re gifted
They see her
Her sadness
Her beauty

Am I close?

I think I know how your story might go
Because I read right ahead
to the sad, bitter end
Right before you arrived and walked past me
Your head smug and high
Your train of disdain

I’d like to say I don’t wish this on you.
But I do.

Once you’re swept off your feet
You won’t find your footing
At first it’s the thrill of the ride
At last it’s a little like drowning

Her gaze will not waver as she builds you up high
Then she’ll tumble you down
With blunt force and lies
When you step out of line
And dare to forget
To stick to the part
You were given

And that curtain call cuts to the core
In what felt like the start of the show
But it isn’t enough to just exit.
She’ll tear the place down
She’ll rip it to shreds
So you can never enjoy
Looking back.
She’ll know just how to do it
It’s the reason she listens

Or maybe I’m wrong
And it goes right for you
Now that she’s left me behind
Just a stalker to you
who she’s decided to charm
Careless with lies and their harm.

But I bet I can fully imagine
The weight of your sickening surprise
When you find out what loses her deep in your eyes
Is reflection.

The End-- I don’t want to spoil it
But it’s all ready spoiled
It’s rotten in fact

The thing that will sting the most tears
in your eyes
Is when you realize
That what she’s made of is
What you want her to be.
What she sees in you is just who you want to be.
But God, all you knew,
And you aren't sure quite why
Is that you desperately, terribly, loved her.

You won’t understand how it happened
Sobbing at sunset
You’ll be the new stalker
For the new one to save her from
To see what you couldn’t
Her Beauty
Her pain.

In the end, she’ll leave you one gift
Which is knowing how far you can fall
How little you're willing to grasp at
And how to open the door on command
To your tears and your fears and the pain of pure loss
So intense that you can’t quite believe it.