What do you do with all the emotions that leak through every hi and hello,
Every forced goodbye?
What do you do with all the words you have swallowed?
My belly has become an ocean of the unsaid,
A retirement home filled with old syllables that never got the chance to fulfill the purpose for which they were conceived.
I've been glued to the edge of my sit for so long now that it's become nearly impossible to let go of the hope that the best part of this story is yet to come,
So as the end credits roll out before my eyes and I see you slowly disappearing into his arms I still can't help but cling on to the hope.
I know you still haven't noticed yet,
But I still write manifestos on the stationary of my tongue,
And let them glide like paper planes across the backs of nearly every word that leaves my mouth,
In hopes they somehow make their way to your heart,
Even though I know they probably never will.
And every time I make you smile,
It hurts a little on the inside,
Because I know you've kept your brightest ones tacked away in a place only he can reach.
I know deep down that it's time to let you go,
To pull the plug on the stereo of my heart,
Until I can learn how to remove you off my silent sad little Playlist,
So I can return to the time when love songs were just love songs,
To before they were only ever just about you.
But what do I do with all the caterpillars I hoped to one day butterfly out of their cacoons the day I hoped you'd say yes?
It feels as though I had read my dreams on palms and stars from cover to cover like the world's most enthusiastic fortune taler and now that all my predictions have been proved false I find myself struggling to place them back on the shelf.
I think it's time to embark on the undertakings of the undertaker and burry these feelings deep,
Not six feet I'm thinking more on the lines of bottomless pit,
A dark abyss,
The place I keep my little box full of white lies,
And I think I know just which ones to use,
I'll start with..
"I'm happy for you.."
"Don't worry about me, I'm okay.."
"I think you made the right choice.."
"I'll get over you soon enough.."
"I'm okay with us being, just friends."
Even though deep down all I really want to say is..
"Why him.. Why not me?"
"How do I move on when you were supposed to be the reason I started this journey?"
"Where do I go from here?"
"It's not too late to change your mind"
"Please.. Choose me instead."
"........ I still love you!"
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Love: A Journey
PoésieThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
