You were hanging from the tree like the apple
I reached out to you, you fell willingly into my hands
I took you and cleaned the dust off you
I opened myself quite wide for you
You saw the bandaid I used to rap my bleeding heart with
You showed me yours, it took a piece of me when I saw you darkness
However, I accepted all of you, just like you did accept all of me
I tried to push the door a bit further but you were standing behind
I asked to come in but you said no
I should've taken the hint
We stood chatting on your doorstep
I can feel your door slowly closing on me while we talk, you smile at me and say"i care about you"
With my brain numb, I believed you
You gave me your hand so I held it tight
I comforted you
We gazed into each other's ocean of souls
I got very lost
I felt present but gone
I felt safe but uncertain
I felt seen but unheard
I attempted to overhear your loud thoughts but it was an eerie silence
We were in our dystopian world
You smile at me
You say nothing even though I can still hear you talk in my head
We lay down next to one another
We see our consciousness flying away one in Red and one in Blue
Reaching the moon
I closed my eyes
I saw your face reflected in my mirror
I took a nap, I dreamed of nothing
I open my eyes I see your door closed
Placed in your spot is a dried pool of blood
I breathed a sigh of relief
I pushed myself off the ground and went back home
I burned all the things I wanted to give to you
I burned my love and care
I scattered the ashes where we used to play, and I said "goodbye, until next time"
© Arvy
Sep 2021
- Author: Arvy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2021 06:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments3
beautifully written Arvy and its true that love is complicated but even the wisest man, deep inside human nature we all want to love. well done Arvy
Thank you Charlie
An emotional write Arvy. One we've all experienced at least once. 👍
Thank you dear AP
A complicated affair much like life itself is complicated. Painful at times not as cognizant of what signals are being sent we blunder and then after dream of what could have been. A good write
Thank you for reading
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