Untitled Poem

I thought I could do it
I thought that I could be strong person without you
And move on
Just like you did
Block all my feelings for you
Tell myself that whenever I think about you it’s because I am lonely
Learn to love someone else
And hope for forever with this person
I thought that I could smile again
And this time actually mean it
I thought that I could get to experience happy tears
With butterflies and goosebumps all at once
I thought that I could stare into those eyes
And I could see the soul
I thought that I could fall in love with him completely
And would not wish that it was you
I thought that I could get excited about Manchester City win over Manchester United and I would get an opportunity to tell you about it
I wish that you would just call already and say something that make everything ok between us
I thought that maybe you would show up already and tell me in person that the feelings I thought were dead are still there
And some odd reason I’m not the only one who feels that way
I thought that I could forget that you even existed in my world
That your name was ever tattooed on my heart
I thought that I could forget about the memories that we shared
And forget that kiss wasn’t something that we both wanted
Or how much we wanted the relationship between us to work out
I thought that I could forget that you ever my muse and my inspiration behind the most beautiful poems
I thought that I could forget about how u told me to go after the dreams that dream with my heart and not with my mind
I thought that I could forget about how I loved u more than I loved anyone and if it will ever feel the same way
I thought that I could forget about how it felt when you rejected me and left like this between us never meant anything
I thought that I could forget that it doesn’t matter how many times I say I’m sorry
I would never get my best friend
My inspiration
My Muse
My favourite soccer buddy
My love
And my heart of hearts to forgive me

It would never be the same again

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11 thoughts on “Untitled Poem

  1. Introspection is the fuel of Art. This piece is raw Art at its best. All that is said is true. It is wrenched from the soul and set down upon the page. There is no splice here. There never will be. It is the description of life which is important. Poetry is hard expression of our interesting lives
    Love itself is often harsh. There is a connect on this piece which I recognise. It’s worth therefore is proven. It serves its purpose on at least two levels, yours and mine. Introspection is not always healthy
    Eastern philosophy advocates letting go. It emphasizes life be lived in the moment, Yet it too has a place for poetry. Thank you for this piece. Chris T.

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