…or at least to the person I thought you were”(Part 2)
Oh, I completely understand.
I’m at your convenience. You need a helping hand?
You’re busy? That’s fine, what I wanted to say isn’t that dire.
But I do have a confession.
I’m also a liar.
My tapping foot was anxious when you didn’t text back or never called,
Does that define my patience? No? Huh, then I guess I’m at fault.
No I wasn’t fine when you cancelled the dinner plans or when you were too busy to say hi,
But if I would’ve opened up to you would you have understood or simply asked why I lie?
Would you’ve thought of me as desperate when I’d say I wish to be close to you?
Or would you’ve pulled me close just like I’d want you to.
I wanted to be the reason for your absent minded smiles,
I wanted to be the foundation to lay your love’s tiles.
I wanted you to miss me when I turned around,
When I was with you, I wanted you to be my safe and sound.
But it’s been months since our forest set on fire,
Even it’s ashes are dried now, then tell me why these feelings I still desire?
I guess our lost love turned into my poetic art,
But will it make the world more vulnerable to my still aching heart?
Do you know sometimes I replay the moment in my head of our fights?
I wonder what you would’ve felt if you could’ve see me cry throughout the nights.
Can I forgive you? Will I forget you?
Now I’m numb when I recall you saying ‘I love you too’.
I guess that’s all in the past now. Shhhh it’s okay,
But just for a few minutes, on this ashen bed of what we were…I’ll lay.
This is the second part to my previous post Spark at Eve.
Also this is my first attempt at Slam Poetry (or something kinda like it). Do let me know if you think it’s good !