I remember when I thought love was a stupid game,
That if I played there would be too much at stake to lose.
I've written quite a few poems in this book alone,
Started ridding of all my other ones.
Why keep what's never to come true around anyways?
What am I doing but replaying the same level over again?
Is that a person I want to be?
To dwell on what has come and gone,
Wishing I could've gone back and fixed something?
Truth is,
We make mistakes,
But if they don't stay...
Are they really the right one?
Was it wiser for them to go then to linger?
Every person I've come to ask,
Have given such strange and differed answers.
Why is it we find our perfect one,
The one who means everything to us,
When we come so close to being pushed into the loveless void,
Where we just love our loneliness?
When we lose our children inside us,
the beautiful angel that forms inside,
and after 9 months comes out...
A mother waiting ever so longingly,
To hear that baby's cry and giggling...
To name them....
To read to your belly every...
To tell the story of the cat and mouse every night,
to feel that little kick inside to let you know...
"Mommy I'm alive"
But what if one day....
You feel such a pain...
and then as you lay to read to that baby,
the kicks vanish,
So you worry,
And the response you hear later...
in a bleach white room,
With the smell of cleaners and fresh paper cloths....
"I'm sorry, you lost her"
(I had an aunt lose a baby.. and its just been haunting me for a reason I don't wish to talk about. One knows, and with my little sister, I trust her with my life.)
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoesíaThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
