An action I felt was great,
when in truth the voice inside my head kept on denying,
and said "you are seeing the signs, please don't."
I managed to keep my spine upright,
even though she bent it left-right.
I should've let you go.
My patience told me I would get drained,
for many days, for many nights,
Yet I told it "now is your time to do what you're made for."
But I failed to notice that,
It was truly not my patience that would get drained,
But it was hers.
She failed to manage an elastic heart,
That stretched to every horizon, to every thought,
And has a love that speaks to every lot.
And now perhaps my love for her was
"Higher than words, that's why I have decided to fall silent."
But Rumi's time was that of true love.
Maybe that is not meant for me.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
