Emotionally Drained Poem by Lisa AT

When a woman speaks her truth, her heart,
The wrong man calls it nagging, a work of art.
But the right one listens, with empathetic ears,
Seeing her words as an invitation, to calm her fears.

She's not trying to overpower, or control the space,
She's seeking connection, a gentle, loving pace.
But if you're absent, emotionally unavailable too,
You'll see her vulnerability, as pressure, or an attack anew.

A woman is a mirror of the man that reflects, if you're words are hurtful and lack respect, that woman will shrivel before your eyes, so please don't act so surprised!

Maybe the problem isn't her voice, or her tone,
Maybe it's your absence, that makes her feel alone.
She's not too emotional, she's human, she's real,
Trying to connect, to feel, to heal.

When a man meets her with patience, presence, and gentle might,
She doesn't have to fight, for connection, or for light.
She melts into his love, like a summer breeze,
A reflection of his heart, a love that brings her to her knees.

But your words, they cut deep, like a knife in the night,
Snide remarks, and comments, that make me feel small, and without light.
You snap at me, ignore me, and leave me feeling drained,
A morning without a greeting, a love that's lost, in vain.

You get defensive, cut me off, or say it's all a joke,
But I'm not laughing, my heart is breaking, my soul has spoke.
I'm trying to connect, to love, to be with you,
But your absence, your words, they're tearing me in two.