Know This (A Book of Poetry)

Was It Even Real?

This is about a very special guy, who isn't that special anymore.

Enjoy!

On some nights when I sit alone,

I can remember glimpses of a past life,

Of when things were different

And I my heart wasn't spent

And the future didn't hold its gleaming knife.

The wisps of your fingers curling around mine,

A kiss on the right side of my cheek

And a bruise on my knee

I thought you said you loved me, but I can't clearly see

My eyes so wide; my barriers so weak.

When I sit in that seat with the brown leather rips,

And the window cracked just right,

I can go back to the time when I thought he had it all

Before it began to fall

And you smiled at me, all night.

Sometimes I'll walk down the hallway of concrete,

Remembering our scampering feet,

And we collided, our faces close, kissing range,

I stumbled back, but found it strange

That I had wanted to do it, wanted our lips to meet.

Or the lavender bush--

Three o'clock, every day,

You said that I was beautiful, you'd buy me a ring,

But on some days what you would bring

Would not brighten up my day.

Those lonely nights when I dream of another,

I can still see your eyes...

How they penetrated every promise, made me feel...

How you looked at me with love--was it even real?

I can't even start to believe that your words were all a lie.