I figured I'd reach out to you;
It's been a while.
I'll take a deep breath and call you;
This is my third try.
You answer my call before the first ring ends;
I take a step back.
Are we falling into what made you love me again?
I'm not so sure about that.
Silence between bated breaths;
Why did I do this?
I hang up before you can call me "friend";
The way you love me is vicious.
I was writing songs in Paris, inhaling the morning's coffee-infused air;
The sun was unleashed onto the city streets.
I looked up from my tortured artist headspace; and you were there;
You turned a skeptic into a man of true belief.
Surrounded by an ocean that has gone undiscovered;
The flames of the winter burn in mystery.
I had no choice but to declare myself surrendered;
Love is magical until it's misery.
We moved to London, hoping the past wouldn't pull us back in;
How foolish and naive of us to think.
You loved me the way you loved him;
A love rotten to the core; an apple decayed in a blink.
The love of your life is your greatest enemy;
They hold power over you.
And if your hero fades into villainy;
Here's what you have to do.
Pack a bag with your bare essentials;
Become friends with the dead of night.
Do what you have to, fake your own funeral;
Out of his mind, never again in his sight.
Now I'm young at heart again, like the earliest moonlight;
I feel seen in the darkest of nights.
The sand slipped through my fingers;
As time refused to stay; it didn't linger.
As the world collapses around me;
I can't help but smile in this terrible beauty.
One for the lost, two for the found;
Escaping never made me feel more proud.
Finally, for once, at last;
I am open, I am free, I'm an atlas.
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LOYAL
Poesia'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
