Hello, a quick note from me before the lines I intend to share. I tend to post my poems in chunks at a time- the reason being is I tend to write them and compile them through a series of weeks or months then just unload them here when I have the free time. Months of processing what goes on or how I am getting the unnerving thoughts out are the results here. Hope it resonates with you all! Happy Reading!
The phone rang,
I was falling asleep,
Quiet, comfortable in my dark room.
But the phone rang-
My body jerked up and snatched the phone in less than a second.
855... Missed call.
I hoped it was you.
God, how I hoped it was you
My heart pounding,
Mind racing,
Laying there, trying to become comfortable once again.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Midnight Thoughts
Every time the phone rings with a number I don't know, I hope it's you.
With every voicemail I receive, I listen intently for your voice.
I keep wishing, hoping and praying for that call or voicemail from you telling me you miss me and you're trying to get home to me.
But that's all it is-
Wishing,
Hoping,
And praying.
With every voicemail I receive, I listen intently for your voice.
I keep wishing, hoping and praying for that call or voicemail from you telling me you miss me and you're trying to get home to me.
But that's all it is-
Wishing,
Hoping,
And praying.
Lies I tell myself pt. 4
I realized something today.
I'm holding onto you when you have given me nothing.
I'm trying to convey to another hurt woman how communication should be cherished.
That I don't understand how people can be so unhappy with what they've got because I had a girlfriend who left to another state and I have radio silence.
In trying to express how any amount of communication should be cherished, I felt embarrassed and ashamed.
In that moment, I let you go-
Because you've already let me go.
I'm holding onto you when you have given me nothing.
I'm trying to convey to another hurt woman how communication should be cherished.
That I don't understand how people can be so unhappy with what they've got because I had a girlfriend who left to another state and I have radio silence.
In trying to express how any amount of communication should be cherished, I felt embarrassed and ashamed.
In that moment, I let you go-
Because you've already let me go.
Lies I tell myself pt. 3
Thank you,
Thank you for constantly leaving,
Thank you for never keeping your word.
Thank you for showing me the monster you can become.
Thank you for forcing me into a place of pure uncomfortability.
Thank you for wasting my time.
And lastly,
Thank you for forcing me to move on and grow up.
Thank you for constantly leaving,
Thank you for never keeping your word.
Thank you for showing me the monster you can become.
Thank you for forcing me into a place of pure uncomfortability.
Thank you for wasting my time.
And lastly,
Thank you for forcing me to move on and grow up.
What I Mean Is
When I say I love you,
I mean, I love who you are.
The person who smiles so bright,
The person who cares so much,
The person who is so troubled yet so beautiful.
When I say I'm in love with you,
I'm saying all your mistakes, bad days and sleepless nights of our silence is forgiven.
I'm saying above all, none of that will matter because all that matters is you and I.
When I say I'm in love with you,
I'm saying, I'm not just here for the good parts
I'm here for the bad and I'm here to stay.
I mean, I love who you are.
The person who smiles so bright,
The person who cares so much,
The person who is so troubled yet so beautiful.
When I say I'm in love with you,
I'm saying all your mistakes, bad days and sleepless nights of our silence is forgiven.
I'm saying above all, none of that will matter because all that matters is you and I.
When I say I'm in love with you,
I'm saying, I'm not just here for the good parts
I'm here for the bad and I'm here to stay.
Lies I tell myself pt. 2
My heart no longer breaks.
The pain is becoming so regular that I don't even notice how it aches.
An ache that feels as though my heart is swelling with joy and is being squished and drained of all elated emotion.
My heart no longer breaks because you have obliterated everything that was left.
The pieces that remain still love you.
They will always hold you dear.
But you, you broke my trust along with any and all hope for the future we planned.
Unless, you're willing to fight and finally choose me, this cannot be saved.
My heart no longer breaks,
Because you have broken everything decent that was left of me.
The pain is becoming so regular that I don't even notice how it aches.
An ache that feels as though my heart is swelling with joy and is being squished and drained of all elated emotion.
My heart no longer breaks because you have obliterated everything that was left.
The pieces that remain still love you.
They will always hold you dear.
But you, you broke my trust along with any and all hope for the future we planned.
Unless, you're willing to fight and finally choose me, this cannot be saved.
My heart no longer breaks,
Because you have broken everything decent that was left of me.
Lies I tell myself pt. 1
All the while I curse the Gods for bestowing heartache.
All the while I wonder why they have led me back to my dream.
All the while I effortlessly give my love and trust away
Taking too long to realize-
They have bestowed a gift upon me.
A gift I've long prayed for.
They have not given you to me for us to rebuild.
They have given me clarity I once sought after.
They have given me a chance to see that although I love with everything I am, that you in fact are not the future in which I embark on.
They have given me closure.
All the while I wonder why they have led me back to my dream.
All the while I effortlessly give my love and trust away
Taking too long to realize-
They have bestowed a gift upon me.
A gift I've long prayed for.
They have not given you to me for us to rebuild.
They have given me clarity I once sought after.
They have given me a chance to see that although I love with everything I am, that you in fact are not the future in which I embark on.
They have given me closure.
The truth I hold inside
If all I have is the memory of you then I'm not sure I want it.
I can still feel the excitement of you walking into the kitchen and grabbing my face to kiss me.
Nothing extraordinary about that moment other than a moment of pure undiluted love.
I can still feel the butterflies I get every time you looked at me in that way that you do and how your voice sounds when you tell me you love me.
I can still feel the abrupt nervousness I would get when you spoke about marriage and children.
Oh, how I wanted that life.
I can still see that adorable look you gave me when you hurt your arm and I was taking care of you.
I can feel the absence of you like I'm missing a limb.
I can feel the pain of missing you in every molecule of my being.
You're forever etched into my brain that no amount of shaking will erase.
If all I have is the memory of the grandest love and the grandest loss, then what was it all for?
Am I sorely mistaken on what's transpired?
If so, please come correct me because...
If all I have is the memory of you then I'm not sure I want it.
I can still feel the excitement of you walking into the kitchen and grabbing my face to kiss me.
Nothing extraordinary about that moment other than a moment of pure undiluted love.
I can still feel the butterflies I get every time you looked at me in that way that you do and how your voice sounds when you tell me you love me.
I can still feel the abrupt nervousness I would get when you spoke about marriage and children.
Oh, how I wanted that life.
I can still see that adorable look you gave me when you hurt your arm and I was taking care of you.
I can feel the absence of you like I'm missing a limb.
I can feel the pain of missing you in every molecule of my being.
You're forever etched into my brain that no amount of shaking will erase.
If all I have is the memory of the grandest love and the grandest loss, then what was it all for?
Am I sorely mistaken on what's transpired?
If so, please come correct me because...
If all I have is the memory of you then I'm not sure I want it.
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