The pearls kept dangling
Until he came and saved those drops
From falling on the hard ground
Like she fell
For the discovery she found.
She tried to cherish her heart
From eroding
For her scars
That don't define her innerself
She tried reminding herself
Every happy memory
From every mental shelf.
But it was unnecessary
When he coiled his hands
Around her
Ebbing away the pains
Very far.
When he kissed her temple
Like those days
When he used to
Buy her flamboyant candies
Trying to slap off her agonies.
But where is he now?
The man that hold her tiny hands?
The man that listened to her
from her mother's womb?
Where is he?
Wait, is he that man,
Who hardly
Understands her?
Feels her?
She tried to give her shoes
To him......
Uncountable times.
But still......
He accepts her fake smiles
to be real
He accepts her low nods
To be random ones
Instead of
Times when she wants to
Hide her pains
Hide her flaws
Break her chains
That completes her
Like those cells that people
Learn by heart
Instead of learning the heart.
So....
A final request
To all "that men"
Just kneel down your ego
Like you used to
When we made illogical tantrums
And think logically
And ask yourselves
"Where is he now?"
YOU ARE READING
Constellations
Poetry#451 in poetry on 05/07/2017 poems Cover and aesthetic credits @sereinist
