December 7, 2021
A String of Incoherent Thoughts Running through the Mind:
I thought this was something we overcame,
But no matter how far we've roamed the forest,
I always come back to this groove,
Where I hurt myself, and the sting of
Pain pulses and bleeds until
It does not hurt anymore. Yet,
When the pain is gone, it is as if
Something that once was went missing.
Can I replace this gap with something else?
I miss you.
You said you felt as if I was
Moving on without you, but it's you
Who have flown away from my grasp.
I wouldn't wish for anything in the world,
If it meant we could spend more time together,
I was with you at your beginning,
And I promise that
I'll stay till the very end.
I want to cry an ugly cry,
And let those frustrations wash away
Everything I worry about,
Everything I don't understand,
And I want you to laugh at me,
Let me flush in embarrassment
For how ridiculous I am,
But love me all the same.
December is a wistful time,
Because we look back at the year and
Realize how much we could have done.
Christmas is a nostalgic season,
Because I remember the days when you were still here,
Watching movies with me each holiday,
Instead of just sending a simple text
Wishing me the best.
Where is the land between the oceans
Of overwhelming feelings or feeling
Nothing at all?
I've been lost at sea for far too long,
Constantly crossing the lines between
Two waters that I don't understand.
Instead, why don't we take to the sky?
And forget about everything?
You told me that you wanted me to
Live my best and enjoy life while
I am still young.
But what does it mean to live the life,
How can I when all my conversations
Feel empty and I
Cut my feelings off from the world?
No, I don't want to talk about it,
When I don't know what it is,
Nothing is upsetting me but myself,
This constant feeling of being
Unsatisfied overlooks me and I
Can't shake it.
YOU ARE READING
A Testament to When I Loved You
PoesíaA collection of poetry following the feelings of someone falling in love for the first time, although never quite making it anywhere, from the beginning to the end. Or, a testament to when I loved you without really understanding you. ----