My last poem for you

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Over a year, the tears I've cried,
Since I last glimpsed your face, my heart has sighed.
The wound you left, a gaping space,
No longer hungers for revenge's embrace.
It's just a scar now, once brimming with life,
A bitter reminder of our love's bitter strife.
It itches and bleeds, a constant pain,
Time's healing touch, a cruel, slow gain.

Thank you for casting me aside, so cold,
Running away, leaving me to hold,
The pieces of a shattered, fragile heart,
A cruel gift you tore apart.
Thank you for your thoughtless cruelty,
It forced me to find my own humility.
You vanished without a single trace,
Allowing me to rebuild my space.
In a fortress of darkness, I took my stand,
Replacing the glitter with shadows grand.

Yet in this fortress, I found a ray of light,
A love that feels so different, yet so right.
Though your memory once held me tight,
This new love has taken flight. I stood torn between two embraces,
Your ghost lingered in distant places.
Fearful of being wrong, lost in love's maze,
I searched for my path, lost in a daze.

For quite some time, I couldn't understand,
The emotions I held for this new-found land.
It's different, calm, and secure, you see,
I loved you once, that love was true,
I knew you loved me back, that much I knew.
But this is a different connection, a new start,
Learning and growing in my heart.

I don't want to become what they've become,
But their resilience leaves me feeling numb.
They love this imperfect world, without repair,
Seeing beauty in its flaws, its despair.
They don't aim to fix it at any cost,
Recognizing its imperfections, never lost.
Yet, they love it, and in that view,
I know that, they can love me too.
The wounded, flawed soul that they've met,
I believe they're capable of loving me yet.

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