I can't believe
It's actually over.
You ended what I thought would last forever.
What am I to do with my pitiful life now?
I can play my instruments,
But it doesn't feel worth it anymore.
I can listen to music,
But I won't get to show you my favourite songs.
I can write poetry about my problems,
But what good does that do?
Nothing feels the same anymore;
I just feel empty.
I don't have motivation to catch up on my homework
Or even to practice for my upcoming concert.
And I cry, realizing that you won't come to see it,
And you'll probably never get to see me perform in the orchestra.
I don't feel much joy or excitement in musical theatre anymore,
Knowing that you won't come see the performance.
I was looking forward to it,
I thought you'd enjoy it;
But no, you can't possibly enjoy seeing me at all.
I guess I'm less than nothing to you now.
The most agonizing realization
Is that you'll never love me the same again,
And I'll never again feel your lips on mine;
You'll never hold me close and gaze into my eyes;
And I'll never hear your soft voice whisper to me
"I love you."
Without your love,
I can never again be happy.
YOU ARE READING
Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoesíaSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
