She lived in a small room at the back of the Chemist
An anonymous woman
Who read a lot, cooked or rather baked
Her goods in high demand.
Saturdays she attended the market
Set up her stall
Laid out her wares
Within hours she’d sold out.
People asked her for recipes
She gladly gave what she could
As any contact was better than none.
In her small room her thoughts turned
From baking and selling
From recipes and contacts
To the one she most missed.
Gone now but never forgotten
She craved to know
Was he still out there?
Was he happy?
Content to be away
Far removed from her needy clutches.
She had yearned for his love.
Dangling it in front of him
He laughed, ignored her overtures
Rather he took, took, took,
Leaving her a shell
Battered and beaten
Her soul in tatters.
She closed her door
Shutting out memory
Wrapped herself in all she knew
To ward off the tremors
The realisation that being
Nice was achievable,
Being lovable impossible.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/01/03/writing-prompt-140-collage-14%E2%80%B3/
Morpethroad 
Oh yes! I have felt this. So good!
Thank you so much, have a good day….
You too!
Too sad. She just never met the right person. Our hearts do that to us sometimes. We want what is not meant for us. Sad tale told well.
Thank you Debi appreciate you stopping by…
evocative and poignant, gorgeous writing Michael
Thank you so much Yves, have a good day.
You too Michael, many good days!
I often feel like I am nice…but not lovable. This hit a lot closer to home.:-( Nice piece.
Thanks Deb, I think being lovable is a state we perceive within ourselves and is not necessarily what others see.
It helps that I am working on getting the voices in my head to fall in love with me. That is a good start.:-)
Great start Deb….good luck…
Oh, so very well done. You’ve created an entire story, with all necessary elements, in so few words. I didn’t take too much initial heed to the pic until after I’d read your words and then appreciated your interpretation of it all the better. Really well done on all counts.
Thank you so much you are very kind….
Wonderful story/poem, Micheal! One I can relate to so well…
Hi Lori lovely to see you again
Hope u are doing well
Hello Michael! Lovely to see you again as well. I am doing quite well after a nasty bout with my health last year. All is on the upswing now 🙂 How are you?
Doing really well thanks…life is good
Good to hear 🙂 blessings to you, Michael!
How sad. There is such deep suffering hidden behind the smiles of some people.
Thank you Suzanne and yes you are right there is much we never know….
wow – this is one very evocative and poignant piece Michael – totally impressive and touching in many ways 🙂
Thanks Pat, glad you found it so…
Oh, in tears again. Cuts close to home, close to the bone. Sometimes the truth is just too . . .
Thank you my friend, yes it can be a bitter pill at times but I think its an internal belief not what others may see within us….
True. It is hard to believe what others say when it runs counter to inner dialogue.
We believe our negative inner voices sometimes more than the voices of those who love and care for us.