I haven’t posted in a while and life caught up to me (finally). And the following poem was recently thought of due to a break up with what I truly believe was my first true love.
Its kind of hard to believe that when I wake up tomorrow, you won’t be there.
Its kind if hard to believe that when I turn around, only the memories we formed will be there.
Its kind of hard to believe that I won’t get to brush your hair to the back of your ear and tell you: “you really mean the world to me” … But instead, only a shadow of what used to be will remain.
I barely slept last night, because in every star in the sky was inscribed a memory of you; the true feelings were never revealed, but are so apparent at this moon that keeps questioning my fall from heaven…but instead of landing in a cloud I find myself on the cold hard ground crying like rain over the ocean…a never ending loop of silence and loudness in my mind.
When I said I loved you, it was the only time in my life that I truly realised that such feelings could be had of another human.
When I said you changed me for the better, I truly meant every word because you taught me to look at myself in a way that could have never been understood….and what do I do? I push you away.
“Good things come to an end” they said, but what they should have said was “good things will only end if you let them”.
I’m sorry for every tear that you shed for me…for every sleepless night you spent worrying about what I would become.
And although you will be physically far from me, my spirit will never forget the sweet perfume of the loving care you ceaselessly showed towards me.