On that unfortunate night,
I saw you standing there,
With my happiest memories in your arms,
Wrapped up in a warm blanket of love.
I wondered whether you remembered me,
Whether you still loved me,
Whether you still cared for me.
So I approached you
And I greeted you,
Hope and tears in my eyes,
Love and pain in my voice,
Heart on my sleeves.
The world around us faded away,
Slowly and quietly,
Like it didn't matter, because it didn't,
At least not to me.
And I waited for your reply,
And I watched your smile fade away.
I saw you walking towards me,
And my heart soared,
Until you walked right past me,
It came crashing from cloud nine.
You walked away,
Like I wasn't there,
Like I didn't matter,
Like I didn't exist,
Like I was nothing.
And when you walked away,
You took that warm blanket of hope I had for that 'someday',
That I had clinged on to for years,
Leaving me cold,
And abandoned
And empty.
As I stood there with my hand extended,
My heart broken and my body numb,
I suddenly understood something,
I had read a long time ago,
The opposite of love can't be hate,
Coz hate requires some feeling of recognition,
Towards the other person,
The opposite of love is indifference.
Someone who used to love me so much,
Insisting on not recognizing me,
Hurts so much more than someone hating me.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
