Article Response #6: Break-ups hurt EVERYONE

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Article: http://goodwomenproject.com/from-the-men/break-ups-hurt-us-too

Title: From The Men: Breakups Hurt Us Too

Author:  Stephen (no last name given)

Main topic: an article written in a personal letter format, addressed to all ladies on the topic of the stereotype that men move on immediately after a breakup

 

I always find articles like this interesting; perhaps because I have an interest in psychology (and relationships are a huge part of it!), perhaps because these sorts of articles are written in such a sincere and honest fashion, or perhaps because there is STILL so much confusion and arguments over these topics.

The latter is understandable, and the main reason for the continuing controversy (despite so many confessions and “truths” being discussed) is that every man is different. Some men, yes, will move on immediately, as if they were never attached in the first place (and they probably weren’t if they reacted in such a manner). But other men will brood over breakups much longer than the females will. It is thus apparently very hard to put a label on men collectively, because like women, they all have different responses to breaking up. From the collective, broad perspective, men perhaps do seem to move on faster. However, I think I agree with Stephen in that men are simply just better at hiding their emotions. Women aren’t the only ones that fall deeply in love.

I like that this article is written with such an honest and sincere tone. It makes me feel like Stephen is going through some sorrow -perhaps even a hard breakup- himself. Moreover, the readers will then lean in closer to be touched by his words, and his article will reach a bigger audience on a deeper level.

In conclusion, relationships continue to be a complex issue in all societies, and the best thing we can do in order to work on them is to talk about them. This article does just that, so I have no complaints.

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Random poem: Lost devil

I haven’t been through many hard/bad breakups, but based on the experiences I do have and what I hear of others, this poem is expressing something that I believe the girl could feel after the guy “reveals his true colors” or seemingly completely changes.

I didn’t really know what to do with my punctuation; rhythm is a little wonky too, so any tips/comments are welcome! 🙂

Picture from http://www.steveguttenbergart.com/, “A Changing Man”. 

 

Lost devil

Tears onto the carpet fall;

Memories I can’t recall,

Rush into my mind right now;

Inconvenience: take a bow.

 

My ceiling was that way before?

My memories can’t tell no more.

For when I looked up and not down,

My face made smiles in place of frowns.

 

I was blind, seeing delights:

Sunshine skies and starry nights.

Grief and sorrow had no room,

In my love-filled heart to bloom.

 

I guess that’s why, your change of heart,

Is nearly ripping mine apart.

Clinging to old silhouettes;

I can’t let go of us just yet.

 

The sky was beautiful that day;

Seeming like just yesterday.

You leaned across and stole a kiss,

The sun shone sweetly down with bliss.

 

And now, what’s there save for dismay?

Engulfing me, day after day.

If time heals all, it’s running late;

Crushing me with its still weight.

 

I don’t understand, please tell:

How… you could turn heaven to hell.

A moment was all that you took,

To change, with a last lingering look.

 

I won’t have it that you lied,

Wore a mask, put truth aside.

Songs and poems, people too;

Say that you showed the real you.

 

But blue as red can’t be disguised,

No matter how hard it tries.

A devil took you as his own,

Made you into the unknown.

 

Now you’re someone entirely new;

A person that I never knew.

Resurrection made you strange,

Susceptible to such change

 

You can lie, cheat- no more care,

Is found in you anywhere.

You remember things not true;

Your memory’s all askew.

 

I’m all alone with the truth;

The real us, trapped in youth.

It doesn’t match you anymore,

You’ll age, different from before.

 

You’re a man of a new kind;

The one that lives on in my mind.

Is just an abstract wish I’ve drawn;

Lost, in the real world forever gone.

 

Nature’s best teacher is past;

So I’ll make sure the knowledge lasts.

I’ll learn my lessons very well;

Won’t be put under your spell.

 

We’ll part, each to our own ways;

Our past, now a sweet dream’s haze.

Slowly fading, it wont last;

Draining empty my real past.

 

Perhaps there’ll come a time when,

The past might become future then.

We’ll meet once more, lost in time;

Like kids, but grown, paradise sublime.

 

But to be honest, I’d prefer;

My memories to stay a blur.

You’ve done enough, I don’t want more;

Relationships shouldn’t be a chore.

 

Finally, it’s all just history;

I’ll leave my “what if’s” a mystery.

And let us never meet again:

So go conspire with your men.