Conversations

“Hi there.”
“Hello.”
The first words
We spoke to one another.
The incipient uttering,
The fragile first step
Of something so beautiful
It couldn’t have survived.
Something too pure
For the real world.
Something so special
It was out of my reach.

“You make me happy.”
“But you ARE my happiness.”
The human heart
Always yearns for something
It can’t have.
I yearned for you.
You slowly gave in to me
I gave in to you.
We jumped, head first, hands held
Into the blazing pit.
It felt so good
To just let someone
Steal your soul.
We smiled
But feared the inevitable.
At that moment
We were infinite.

“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Too late now
To turn around
To go back
I wish I’d never met you at all
But you had my heart
Every last bit of what was left
And I let you keep yours.
Tainting your perfection
Never crossed my head.

“What about the last 4 years?”
“That was nothing, I was just messing around.”
Lies, lies, more lies.
You are a shameless criminal
All your words? Made up.
All your gestures? Fake.
All your smiles? Forced.
Is she lucky?
Or is she just another me
To you?
(I’d hope not.)

“I still love you.”
“I’m late, have to meet her soon.”
I couldn’t breathe without you, love.
You are the oxygen in my lungs.
You are the blood that flows through my veins.
Your poison was slowly etching
It’s way through my skin.
I couldn’t let go
Didn’t know where to begin.
How could you not need me?
Because I do.
How can you live without me?
Because I can’t.

“Hi there.”
“Hello.”
The one I’d once call my strength
Was now a stranger.
Passing petty pleasantries
While we walk past
As if we have a purpose without the other.
I can’t bear to see your face
The only thing that
Would light up mine.
I can’t look into your blue eyes
The only pair that
Would make mine shine.
I had promised to love you forever
And I will, even if I don’t wish to.
You broke me
But I can’t break you.
You never loved me
But I still love you.

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4 thoughts on “Conversations

  1. The rhythm and rhyme were there but were so organic and intuitive I hardly noticed until the flourish at the end. You gave words to the pain aptly–there is sincerity, a touch of imagery that felt natural instead of manufactured as an afterthought, and there is a kindness. As if the hurt, though it didn’t say so, is still planning to redeem itself. No bridges burned here; only a reaching out, unanswered. Fine work, even finer character. Keep trusting that heart of yours. It is capable of many things you won’t even believe. *hugs*

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