I don’t usually dedicate my poems, especially ones on my blog, but I am mixing it up this time. Someone who is very close to me is feeling some serious heartbreak right now, and I wrote this poem with her in mind. It has been a few months now, but the heartbreak is just as real as if it were yesterday. I want her to know that I feel that, and I want to help her through it.
As most people know, that is a hard task for anyone. So, I have taken to what I know best: writing. This is a poem about love just as much as it is a poem about loss, and I dedicate it to my beautiful friend. You are more than like a sister to me. <3
” ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” -Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Our Demise
I.
His eyes are wide with smiles, and I wonder how I am so lucky.
II.
I ask him what he sees in me.
He simply replies, “What others do not.”
III.
It is late one night when I say, “You feel like home.”
IV.
He tells me that I am beautiful today
and kisses me on the forehead.
My skin enters into a waltz I cannot control
but have no desire to wish away.
V.
I tell him he is my future, and he replies, “I’m okay with that.”
VI.
He stares at me quietly
and I feel the minutes wind
around my lungs and loop
themselves into a tingling hello
that precedes the words, “I love you.”
My insides do somersaults for days.
VII.
Everything is perfect until it is not.
VIII.
I ask him to open up to me,
but he keeps me in the dark.
Once again I hold his hand,
but I know I don’t have his heart.
IX.
His fingertips pull away, and I beg for them to come back.
X.
I catch him in a lie again and he knows
to say, “I’m sorry,” but he says nothing more.
XI.
His eyes are wide with miles, and I wait for goodbye.
