blaring light makes shadows
blaring horns make silence
blaring love makes indifference
everything has an opposite reaction
you were all that i cared about
i fell too hard for you, before i could catch myself and avoid the pain
you said you still loved me
i knew you were contradicting your words
why?
it was your eyes
they spoke louder than any scream could ever escape from your lips
you were a canvas
your deep black irises a bottle of ink
painting each moment you had with me
when you were zealous,
your eyes dotted with the sparks of a firework
when you were caring,
they pulsed, rippling ever so softly, a calm pond
when you were passionate,
my reflection on those obsidian of yours rocked like a ship in the atlantic,
threatening to sink when you crashed your icebergs lips into mine
when you were sad,
they were the blotches of pain splattered from your crushed heart
when you were raging,
they were the splashing mess of spilt milk and sharp fragments of broken glass
when you were curious,
they brimmed with the gold and diamonds you beheld,
your irises barely containing what the world has to offer
but now,
when you stared at me with those deep inky eyes,
i could see nothing but a blank canvas
a blank canvas like those at modern art galleries
a blank canvas so hard to decipher
that it made my mind spin in circles
a blank canvas,
a masterpiece of meaning to some,
beautiful,
yet conveying nothing to me,
just blank
finally, you said, "darling, you're no more fun"
i asked, "what did i do no more?"
you replied, "you aren't right for me anymore"
"i've lost interest in you"
"i found someone else"
"a more beautiful subject worthy for my canvas eyes"
it was then that i realised you only wanted me for the pleasure
the pleasure of being able to paint only yourself in those moments we shared
"i was only wanted for the fun i offered you," i repeated to myself
for you,
nothing was held back, easy to move on
then,
i watched you packed your bags,
canvas eyes and ink irises and all
and left
the next day,
i saw you, as i peeked from a corner
your canvas eyes painting a new emotion
the emotion you displayed when you first interlocked gazes with me
this you did in front of that beautiful subject you told me about
your new girl
my friend from art class
oh that hurts my mind
as much as i feel pity for myself,
so did i for your new girl
i wish i could tell her,
as she stands admiring you,
how expensive your canvas eyes are,
enjoy the paintings,
it's never coming back once the relationship's destroyed
i wish i could tell her,
you are the artist that never made any copies of his masterpieces for others to keep and cherish and enjoy
i wish i could tell her,
beautiful artwork doesn't necessarily mean a beautiful artist was behind it,
remember what we learnt in class
i wish i could tell her,
"be careful, don't get too captivated by those pieces of art, they're just forgeries of the real deal"
but she walks away,
hand in hand,
with the artist whose eyes i once was in love with
blaring lights make shadows
blaring horns make silence
blaring love makes indifference
everything has an opposite reaction
all i gave to you was my blaring, unwavering love,
and all you could ever return was plain, a turn of the cold shoulder, ignorance
a.n.
hey everyone! i'm super duper sorry i didn't write in ages, but i finally am back! not with a story, but this poem of mine. well, i guess it's more of a spilled ink..? is that what you poets call it? i don't know. but anyways, hope you enjoy this, even though i'm not an expert at writing deep emotional stuff (i am trying). i expect myself to get better at these types of writings, so please bear with me!!
okay, see you guys at the next one!
- shay
