Why must we pretend
that our love doesn't exist?
That is never
existed…
Walking past one
another as if we were strangers…
As if we have never
indulged in the physical,
emotional and mental pleasures
That kept us lovers
for many years.
Not allowing
ourselves to see...to touch...to feel…
The love that once
held us together
The passion that
put tears in our eyes
The compassion that
made us...friends
Ignoring the
magnetic pull that lifts my hair
That pulls my eyes
in your direction
Ignoring the
tingling feeling in my hand
That begs for one
last feel
One last touch
Mentally ignoring
the pleading look of your soul
As it begs
mine...To reconsider.
Oh how I wish I
could turn back the hands of time
Or maybe click my
heels together three times
Perhaps there's a
falling star somewhere with my name on it.
I wish I could
forget the wasted moments of...waiting
Waiting…
For you to believe
that my love for you was real…
Waiting…
For you to realize
that I always saved my love for you
Waiting
For you to stop
misleading my ears with sweet nothings
Waiting
For you to stop
wasting my time
Waiting
For NOTHING
I wish I could
forget the way my heart tried to kill me…
When after so many
years of you and me
You called me
personally
Just to say That
you had gotten married
To another...
Well HOT DAMN!
Was I really
supposed to say congratulations?
Did you want me to
send a wedding present?
I wish I could have
stopped the shortness of breath
The episodes of
anxiety attacks
The fits of
depression
Can you come get
those extra pounds I gained?
Or bring back the
gallons of tears that I lost
Or hell,
Can you replace
those heart wrenching memories of
being alone and crying my eyes out
Can I make you
understand why I feel alive...again
Why I can stand to
see the sun with my eyes...again
Why the birds are
singing and the colors in my life are vibrant...again
If you could still
see into my soul
Would you be afraid
to see the things I wanted to do...to you
For hurting me
For misleading me
For using me
Would you shiver at
the anger I had for myself
For allowing you to
make me feel as I did?
Would you cower at
the memories
Of the day you
finally professed your love to me,
The day you learned
that I was about to marry
The day you
realized that your love no longer had a hold on me…
Would you feel
insulted
As I did
When you began to
understand
Why I felt anger
Pity...for you
Would you feel
insulted
As I did
When you decided
that NOW you wanted to pursue...ME
That ….NOW...you
realized your love...for me
Now that you know
that the love that I once reserved for you
Has escalated...and
matured...and thankfully
Gone to another…
