I wrote a Clerihew for my love.
For I’m convinced he fell from above.
He landed at my doorstep, on all fours.
I blushed and whispered: “call me yours”.
You weren’t the first. Perhaps if you were, it wouldn’t have cut me so deep. I wouldn’t have become so numb. I may have even found forgiveness.
So unexpectedly, you cut me out of your life, as though I was a jagged edge on a piece of paper. Something so easily discarded without a second thought.
For a while, I wondered, perhaps I did something wrong? I tried to make amends, but I meant so little to you that I wasn’t even worthy of a response. It dawned on me that I held no value in your eyes.
So when you walked back into my life, did you really expect me to have left that space inside my heart all warm, cosy, and welcoming?
I have grieved, I have found acceptance, and to save myself, I have lost my respect for you.
You weren’t the first.
You won’t be the last.
Like stars in the night,
We shine, so bright, that we just
Burn out, wilt, and fade.
In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #157 found here
I’m not in love with you.
Paths may cross,
They may run parallel,
But eventually they part.
I’m not in love with you.
Although we collided,
We will be divided.
Its just that we are both heading South.
If we join forces, maybe we can find North.
Okay, so I’m in love with you.
I will crumble. Won’t quite catch
My breath. Console me.
One moment I was running, and then I took one look at your face and frowned. It was distorted. You were still beside me, your voice echoed in my ears, and I could still feel your soft skin, but it wasn’t your face. It wasn’t your body or your hair, or even your delicate eyes.
I am dreaming. I must be missing you.
I lean in closer, sensing every part of you, it seems so real. I believe that you’re there, you just look different. Then, I realise we are floating. Floating high above a place that doesn’t even exist. I am holding a cold glass of water. I feel the weight of it, and the drips of condensation on my fingertips. There’s no denying it’s existence.
I wake up, my hand clasped around air. For a second I’m convinced I’ve spilled the water until I feel reality.
I think back to us floating, and that unrecognisable face who represented you. It seems ridiculous now, but it still makes me pine for you and all day I feel a tingle. I wait for the night to come again, hoping for a continuation, but by then it has all faded away.
We arrived on the island together,
Your hand in mine,
You gestured towards the palm trees,
Along the shoreline.
I ran off ahead,
The widest smile spread from cheek to cheek.
I threw my head back with laughter,
As I began to sneak.
You still hear the crack of twigs.
Suddenly, I freeze.
I hide among the branches,
Behind the trunks of the trees,
I wait a few seconds,
You’re not in my sight,
As I peak between the leaves,
I begin to feel fright.
I run to the beach,
Trace the footprints in the sand.
I see four enter the forest,
But two return across the land.
I don’t know what to think,
I just feel so naive.
Did you take me on that journey,
Always with intent to leave?
I make my own way back,
Frustrated and alone.
I had let myself fall,
But now I think I should have known.
I have the wisdom of a grandma,
But the passion of a teen.
A child’s zest for life.
Read on if you’re keen.
So what’s your best feature?
Your crystal blue eyes?
Your mesmerising smile?
Will you give me butterflies?
Will you fix the damage,
From my last relationship?
Can you stay by my side?
Will we be joined at the hip?
Will you remind me of my ex,
And all those things I miss?
Maybe this is a bad idea…
All I long for is his kiss.