That morning
you made me remember
why I had
shut myself
from feelings.I suddenly
went back in time,
years before,
when mom and dad
had their first and only fight.Or maybe,
their first and only fight
in front of me.I suddenly remembered
that was the night
I had my first panic attack.I suddenly remembered
that was the night
I first felt how feeling nothing
and feeling everything at the same time
felt like.I suddenly remembered
crying
out loud,
while hopping
all the screaming would eventually end,
without them
putting an end to being together.I suddenly remembered
searching for my breath
and almost falling out the window,
as I was trying
to reach for fresh air.I suddenly remembered
losing my voice,
after trying hard
not to say something
that could make things worse.I suddenly remembered
the view I had in front of my eyes,
while contemplating
about forever putting an end
to all the feels.I suddenly remembered
what having no feelings felt like,
and not a single part of me
ever wanted to go back
to feeling nothing.So,
that morning
I did
what I had done that night.I just sat there,
listening,
not knowing what to say
and how to deal
with what I was feeling.When I looked you in the eyes,
I suddenly saw myself
and I realized
that you were just
as afraid of feelings,
as I was that one night.
YOU ARE READING
the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)
PoetryPoems about love and other feelings humans have.