Into your liking (poem) by audrine max on AuthorsDen

Into your liking
by audrine max → (All Poetry by audrine max)
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You shaped me into your liking Never let me speak Enclosed, kept in safety And I became What you wanted me to be A non flourished beauty But, nonetheless yours Like a ragged sidewalk That nobody chooses to fall Why, when I suddenly emerge You throw away the key Encaged for your security Then forces me to think But, I’m afraid that you’ll see Whatever you forged in me Is different From what you perceived So I curl back to the corner Putting back my blindfold To restore your needed care While us Became a concept Of one’s approval I cannot be What you have Reflected from our society Is this the love you were given Then, please don’t love me Let me be My bones aren’t broken Nothing’s wrong with me Just your contorted vision Of what should be Your love, will be the death of me As I sit here and ponder The dark clouds gather together Watch it as it springs life Signaling a recumbent farewell Good riddance To you, former weakness Trust, the lessons you taught Will never be forgotten I am no longer into your liking I am my own.

Reviewed by Dark Knight

Reviewed on June 21, 2014

your first line floored me-loved the words-well done--- it is sad that some don't want us to be ourselves but clones of themselves

Reviewed by Howard Atkinson (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2014

In each of your poems there is one line in particular that always jumps out at me. This time it is the line "Your love will be the death of me". I've been mulling over that over and over in the context of the rest of your poem. More very powerful stuff from AM, you are so good with the English, hard to believe it isn't your first language. Impressed.

Reviewed by Mary Cochrane

Reviewed on June 12, 2014

The best thing is to be your own. Am glad you came to this conclusion Audrine.

Reviewed by J. Roseline

Yes, this is rounded up well I must say, just the right essence to bring out the poignant turmoil to a boil and then be condensed. Yes , this I liked the positivity in this at the endJk

Reviewed by jude forese

it's must be a good feeling to cast off what held you down ... nice flowing poem ..

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 11, 2014

...and so you should be, your own...not sure that this a romance with another or dealing with yourself from inside out...but I like it nonetheless...ed

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

This is metaphorical. You are talking about not letting weakness to control and overcome you, molding you to a lesser person. I'm so glad you have decided that you no longer into its liking, and regaining yourself.

Sandie

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

That last part makes me think that you are speaking about not just a lover, but more about bad habits or weaknesses, burdens, that you have overcome, conquered. You know, man can sometimes fall in love a bit with certain weaknesses, become a bit dependent on them, and then, through growth, we shed them. Very deep write.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Powerful words of a woman blossoming out into her own. My kind of woman.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

A nice write. We are who we are, and we can't be molded into what someone else would want us to be.

Michael D.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Kept me interested all the way through. Well done

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

One or the other in a romance seems to want to fine tune what they thought they had fallen in love with. Both sexes are guilty of doing this. I grew up in a house where my father was made to toe the line right and left.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

An interesting flow of thought, am. rlc

Reviewed by E Phillips

"Your love will be the death of me" leaps off the page
and underlines this poem with a punch. Superb writing!