The life we take is all up to us
The choices we make are all thus
So why do we blame it all on destiny
The way mouths lie and eyes choosing not to see
How many days has it been since way back when?
How many times have I played that again and again?
I try to forget, to relieve myself of the memories, all blue
But it seems like every single thing reminds me of you
Perhaps that's just how life is supposed to be
One day you're with me, the next, you're gone truly
The world barely gave us time to grieve
So we went to live, love, and leaveThe paths we take, the turns we change
Who knows what to expect nor how to arrange?
Why do we blame it all on luck and chance
Why do we pin it on someone who just learned to dance?
Perhaps mistakes aren't meant to be shown
That camaraderie is dead and favor has frowned
Sides are taken and somehow I wasn't chosen
Times have passed, perhaps mine has been forsaken
So tell me how should I step back
When the heart is heavy and patience I lack
Because now I know that the world is cruel without reprieve
So I found myself having to live, love, and leaveShame has gone and anger has set
The sun is down, what more do I regret
Judgment rarely is sweet nor is rejection
Don't leave me—I know my words have no traction
Changes come and chances are blown away
It seems like mine weren't theirs to pay
Worlds crumbled, I wasn't given the chance or the say
So I regress—in self-doubt, I linger and stay
I have just woken up from a nightmare
Where I was torn to shreds, it was a scare
But perhaps, I was already falling apart at the cleave
Watching resolve fade as I live, love, and leaveThe mind is alive but the body is tired
The past screams but the future is expired
Pieces of my heart, I now hide in words unsaid
How justice wasn't given and that faith is a debt
Keep me from falling—I say to the air, to no one
The battle is finished and they have already won
Through lies, deceit, and crafting valor of tales
Where is justice in that—I ask all the scales
But perhaps there is a future that remains unseen
The one where growth is light and faith isn't grim
Somehow I found myself far from being ignorant and naïve
That somehow, through this, I learned to live, love, and leaveSometimes, leaving is what's best. Goodbyes suck especially if the other party refused to have closure. This is connected to the writing community fiasco and you should be piecing the story by now, little by little. Haha.
It's not exactly hidden and it's not out there either. I refuse to go low by publishing a rant book about it. Rather, I have directed my anger into these poetic jabs. I don't know if it will reach the right ears nor if they even care about me now, but eh. At least I got it out there. You're welcome.
How about you, what do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)
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dances, dawns, deaths.
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