during this month of respite, it seems everything turned into a statue
everything around me froze—my plans, tasks, and hours without you
with a grin on my face during these canicular days, I appoint plans—
without needing your escort, this time, I take matters into my hands
while shrouded in uncertainty, I'm unsure of what's forthcoming
as I still carry on, there are times when I recall your shortcomings
when there are circumstances where you go out of line, I tell you
yet, you ignore what I ought to say and what I feel out of the blue
as I've hit send on my lengthy messages, you respond with a greeting
you start by kidding around and end it there—a cycle that's repeating
a heart has been neglected a million times, yet it's different with you
with words impacting how I feel less of a person, I epitomize a statue
from being too caught up, I've let you gain the upper hand until then
as you've dodged blames, you make mistakes, and you'd do it again
with a band-aid solution you attempt by covering up your actions,
you unravel more truths that I didn't know in this futile interaction
it seems a heart is now at peace and has healed from what's behind
yet when I recall a bygone day, it's like the ache is bound to rewind
often you wanted me to adjust, and you saw nothing wrong with it
in this garden we've spent time with, the flowers are meant to wilt
from a heart of gold, turned into stone, then mutated into a statue
your constant negligent acts depleted me until I've no more use to you
what's there to explain if you wouldn't take the time to read the lines?
at times when you presumed we were fine, you deflected your crimes
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After the Eventide
PoetryDivided into four chapters, "After the Eventide" is a collection of poetry and prose that navigates through different stages in one's youth, thus growing up in an unsettling and unforgiving place. It circles around relationships, giving too much un...
