We ran around in circles through each season of our life.
We started as the same thin line in the middle of the theta symbol
but drifted apart just leaving a tensioned strand in between.
Holding to that string for our fragile lives
cause we can't keep on circling around the world ,
we needed the attraction, that pull to be alive.
You went to be big
I went to be quiet
met each other once in a while
circling down the same spiral
just with.....different people now.
Stole glances, shared classes
but feared acknowledgement.
Sanity comes with passivity
and we were ecstatic at least you were... I was too but just in my head.
You went to parties
I went to dingy bookstores,
when you were dancing under lights in clubs
I was dancing under the stars in my balcony.
When you were rapping out obscenities
I was floating out in my poetry.
When you had nobody to talk to and neither did I
letters were unconsciously addressed to you
and your songs were suddenly about me
but life went along,
so we did too.
But never knew that that strand was inching to a breaking point.
We had to mend it with all our mights,
if we didn't we would only circle around in a perpetual enigma,
and how do you get through life without shortcuts as people.
So, i sat on the same rock, the rock where you said, " You are my rock, Liv. My steady place."
Such words uttered in such falsity
was enough to make my innocent-self believe that we had a chance,
a chance to stick together.
Now it was too late,
too late for you to come even if you came,
too late for that final string to be attached ,
too late for you and I to be a "WE".
So I sat there
feeling like I am on the peripheral vision of the universe,
too unimportant to be noticed,
to be cared by anyone.....but mostly by you.
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This poem had a really crazy inspiration. I was sick of practicing trigonometry so much that I wanted to vent it out on paper and the image of theta symbol was burning like a brain tattoo in my head and it is kinda based on that symbol. Hope you like it. Ciao!
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