u n a v a i l a b l e
so tell me why,
you wouldn't see
my love scattered
upon your feet
why you wouldn't
care to think of me
when i have been there
when no one else was.
she was never there;
she was the reason why
your smiles faded,
your eyes were never bright,
you mourned heavily.
no one should ever feel your pain,
i'd be willing to carry you
over my shoulders,
your scars on my skin,
your frown on my lips.
believe me when i say that
i'll be the bandages,
wound tight against your wounds.
I'll be any inanimate object,
just to see a beautiful smile
on a beautiful face.
while i glanced at you,
several times in hindsight,
to what you must feel right now.
you're in the café,
where we first met.
i was pleased seeing you here,
but that grin etched away
when i saw that pout on you,
but even with a frown,
you wore it perfectly
on your plump, red lips.
last night, i dreamed of you,
dreamed of all the words
my mouth never bothered to say.
last night, all i could think was
we could've happened
we could've been together
if i weren't too fixed
on what could go wrong,
on what the risks could be.
we could've happened
if i weren't myself
if my confidence was
filled to the brim,
the same way hers was.
either way, you couldn't have
you couldn't have picked
a silver when you were offered gold.
you couldn't have picked
a no-good consolation
when the misleading price
was already being waved
in front of you.
you couldn't have picked
someone who you never loved.
why pick the grime that clung to you
when all that there is to dream of
is standing right in front of you?
perhaps she was all that,
perhaps you were filled with love -
too filled with love
that the fire looming ahead of you,
that your toxic love blinded
the flames you meandered though,
the flames you danced through
every time she warped you
every time she morphed you
into someone even i couldn't recognise.
and when i saw the hollowness
in your semblance,
i realised even you couldn't recognise
what has become of your reflection.
but it was expected wasn't it?
once you surround yourself with someone,
so twisted,
you're bound to get bent.
but what had bothered me
from the very start was that,
why not walk away
before everything pulverises to ashes
before you deigned everything
to the point that you lost everything
- even what was left of your dignity?
why not walk away
just so that
you could still catch
a wisp of mirth
before tethering
seemed impossible,
before everything was too late?
r.a.
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The Unsaid
Poetry❝u n s a i d were his feelings. walls around him, not even by a machete be broken. uncertainty descends on me, making me think I was nothing but forgotten.❞ she would spent everyday in the same cafe they met, only hoping to come across him, while h...
