Fitting In – Triolet Poem

Fitting in - Triolet Poem

Fitting In – Triolet Poem

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Dedicated to relationship uncertainty and status quo.

These fitting-in situations should be cleared as soon as possible.

 

There are shaping forms to fit in.

Where do I fit in your living?

I started my mind cleaning.

There are shaping forms to fit in.

Do I enter into your life or do I leave it?

I  may physically cut it for a mental reason.

There are shaping forms to fit in.

Where do I fit in your living?

 

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Triolet poems always give clarity in every situation. But the purpose of “Fitting in” is a wake-up call from a questionable relationship dynamic. Many people do not explain themselves to their new partners.

Actions speak louder than words when it comes to fitting in someone’s life.

Based on my experience, I haven’t felt a part of my questionable partners. My curiosity points to “Are we even a couple without talking it out?” and the reply is a sound “No.”

The human brain always plays tricks when there is a matter of the heart. Questions like “Oh, does he has a lot of work to not call me?” for weeks or “Does he ever think of me?” for a month, and “What are we?” always roam through the mind of the involved person. It’s called the status quo. The interesting here is many people try to lie and use their self-beliefs against themselves. They think that someone is busy with his life and for that reason can’t find time to call or text.

 The situation of fitting into someone’s life gives a clear answer to the status quo.

 It takes time for someone to start liking another person and know where they stand. In most cases, after the first three dates make things clear. There is an old saying that when a man can live without a woman for a day, he can do it for life. Today people are liberated and allow a man or a woman to live without contacting them for weeks, and even months or years, thinking “He loves me but is busy.”

If someone is too busy in the first place, and cannot fit into others’ lives, why they even started to communicate without finishing it?

I believe it’s better to not start anything without the idea of wrapping it. It’s like a martyr’s game. Yes, it’s painful to let go and watch how something beautiful fades away, but it’s better to draw a line if there will be only knowing someone briefly or going deeper with them.

Like an ex-martyr whom I liked to play a lot, now I stand strictly on my two feet. My brokenness was so much I couldn’t even stop thinking about staying single and made delusions for a man who doesn’t even find the time to text or it was uncomfortable to speak on the phone with me in his friend’s presence. They will say he is a man under a slipper.

So What?

Every man becomes under slipper after many years of family life and women become home-wives in one way or another. That shouldn’t look like a claim, it’s a fact. On the other side, many people do not want to commit to not losing their faces or egos.

Fitting in other people’s lives.

In every relationship is good to check signs if both partners are making efforts to fit into each other lives. At first, small steps, then gradually to leaps if they are worth it. Being objective in a relationship dynamic is always a must and there is no need for self-pity or creating a delusional idea for someone. Activities together and conversations about shared futures show that people are involved in each other’s lives and want to be together without avoiding contact.

There is no need for forced fitting into someone’s life. Listen to your hearts.

 

There Are Days – Poem

There Are Days - Poem

There Are Days – Poem

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Dedicated to daily challenges.

 

There are days I have to be stronger

These times I can’t bear stress any longer

I want someone to tell me everything will be alright

But there is no one, and I do not want to ask straight

Then I stood in silence, a safe place to cry

When I see no exit

I do not apologize

That me being weaker

And powerful lady hides

I want to be a woman

With all the silly face that looks for advice

But I can’t show this

It is out of my lines

And people do not see me

They admire my soaring to fly

My emotions show up and reside

But not every man loves the feelings

They make them put their eyes aside

Forgetting that miracles happen with a cuddle

Or hug that says: “I am by your side.”

With all these miracles

I wish for it, but I can’t stop crying

It is an illusion that blurs my mind

I should be stronger in collecting my pride

Because no one will do it

Since I am a loner on the borderline

Between self-destruction

And coldness that slides

Attention from me being human

To something like a savior’s tale

But saviors are not loved

They barely are admired

For being the strongest

Warriors for better humanity’s life

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My confession today is to remind myself and those who read we are humans who can get sick. Under sickness, I mean physical, emotional, or mental. I was seriously sick with a virus for the last four days. That reminds me I need to take better care of myself and share my love with close-to-heart people.

There is never a guarantee that sick people will make it alive. It sounds a bit serious, but there is a need for me to make my statement to everyone I am grateful you read me and give me love in one way or another.

When I am fully healthy again surely will spend time with my close people to show my appreciation and love.

And Will  You Do The Same?

 

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