Poetry from Within (a collection)

Fifty-Five Days Ago

Each call, every text,
Hearing the slight lisp you had,
What a feeling that was.
Hearing what you did each day,
Telling you what I did
Sharing even the dullest moments of our day
Made me smile.

Sending pictures of ourselves,
Laughing at how we use such funny filters,
That made the pictures black-and-white,
But we tried not to ridicule the other,
To them that filter was nice, it was beautiful.

Somehow, I thought you were the one.
It was so unexpected.
A random direct message,
Fifty-five days ago
Started this.

I honestly did not want to reply.
I've been hurt before.
Those around me, convinced me to reply
It was the best decision I made, or so I thought.
You called me that Saturday.

We sat in silence,
Talked about the weather,
About what we were doing,
Holiday destinations
Typical ice-breakers.

At that moment, I wanted to say no
I only wanted the best:
Someone with looks that could kill,
Kindness, Humility, Respect,
Treating women like his equal.
You had all of that.

But your lisp made me hesitate.
Your social habits made me uncertain.
I couldn't understand what you were saying in our first call.
Yet, I stayed.
Those around me told me to not be so superficial.
To look beyond your flaws.

Those around me, found it hard to believe
That I found someone that I only read about in books.
They were happy for me.
One of them talked to you too,
The others were introduced to you.

Feeding each other marshmallows across a screen,
Seven hours apart.
Staying up late just to have a conversation.
Our hectic schedules, hinder us from talking all the time.

During our last call,
You were getting ready to start your day,
I was getting ready to go to bed.
You were brushing your teeth,
I was putting on a face cream.

I will cherish that call.

I asked you if you were coming over anytime soon
You told me you'd come next year.
During my birthday month.
"It will be a perfect time for me to come"
I smiled as my heart fluttered.

I could not wait to see you.
I wanted to create memories with you.
I was distant before that call,
For we were very different people
I wanted to end it.
But you, made me stay.
You made me love you even when I didn't want to.

Fifty-five days later, today.
I saw another girl,
Write something that belonged to you,
On her profile.
At that moment, I knew that
I had to end it.

I left you on seen for over fifteen hours.
I have not replied to your text.
I have changed your contact name
From your nickname, to your first name.

It stings, it hurts.
It is for me to heal, and for you to get the message.
That call was the last time you'll ever get to talk to me.
I never want to see you or hear from you again.

The love was wasted,
A heart was broken.
I am not going to lie,
You were the best thing
To ever happen to me.

Even though you broke me,
I still want to thank you.
For making me strong.