Murky Waters (was challenge poem)
By deviousgirl
Fading swiftly, and then coming back to mind. Let it go, just give up. Cut my strings loose, undo my bonds. let me go so I never have to return. Allow me to mourn, allow me to plead, for a love that shall never succeed. Just don't be near, seeing you hurts too much, more then I can bear. With everyday, brings me memories in which I play over and over again. The way you hold my hand, has me trapped in time. They stare at us, and silenty ask "together?" And I have to mouth no, because we can't ever be together. I can't ever be your one. The way you smile breaks off a piece of my heart. I didn't want to love you, I wish I never had . . . Because you were meant for me and I was meant for you, funny how they never said, that reality would tear us apart. Delicately you push back my hair, and that familiar touch brings sparks. In you I had a world, a light, something that was always true and bright. Well, I let it go, I let it flicker then fade. Just like my hope for an "us." We can't be, because you don't love me, just a friend, I'm just that dependable, expandable friend. I watch myself now, and I hate it! The torments written on my face, just like the warm words of a Hallmark card. I stretch to you my hand, but you don't take it. Please can't you see? All that you do to me. We are that couple, without the title. It's not right, I never asked for this, and I don't recall begging for you. That chapter of my life is over, but the memories still linger by. I mask the pain, a trait well leanred for sure. Too weak to fight you, too strong to let it go, too stubborn to find hope within. It's like braving a storm, then it blows over. When will it end? When will I finally learn that we aren't "meant to be," and that you shall be the death of me? When will our storm finally make it out through the murky waters? The waters known once as my life? Either push me away for good, or find in me the strength; to do it myself, because I feel the rain from another storm. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 08:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Fading swiftly, and then coming back to mind. ..."