Silently
I endure the poison
You injected through your love,
Silently
I became your slave
For life as of now,
Still
When you're not near
Or just around,
I keep thinking
Of flying away
Sitting over the mound,
Why oh! why?
Did ever our eyes meet
And in my life you had to come,
Why oh! why?
I left all my own
And even became the foe of some,
Silently
I endure the poison
Rendered by this crimson bow..
#review #johnpoet #poetry #breakup
I endure the poison
You injected through your love,
Silently
I became your slave
For life as of now,
Still
When you're not near
Or just around,
I keep thinking
Of flying away
Sitting over the mound,
Why oh! why?
Did ever our eyes meet
And in my life you had to come,
Why oh! why?
I left all my own
And even became the foe of some,
Silently
I endure the poison
Rendered by this crimson bow..
#review #johnpoet #poetry #breakup
" that last rain together"
Here comes the first rain of the season…still a few hours to dawn. Some far lands away you can see a single light source spreading it's wings in the dark blanket of this concrete jungle. I see our feets hanging from the balcony and fingers entangled. Here comes a breeze playing with her strands. The only thing that troubles me is that ring on her hand..
Wish it was a symbol of my passion and not his…
#review #firstwork #love #romace #improve #rain #love #breakup
Here comes the first rain of the season…still a few hours to dawn. Some far lands away you can see a single light source spreading it's wings in the dark blanket of this concrete jungle. I see our feets hanging from the balcony and fingers entangled. Here comes a breeze playing with her strands. The only thing that troubles me is that ring on her hand..
Wish it was a symbol of my passion and not his…
#review #firstwork #love #romace #improve #rain #love #breakup
She was totally surprised that I’d “let her go” after she admitted the cheating. She had expected a long intensive fight.
But I did not want her back. In fact never, ever.
She had turned into a liar — someone who had lied for months and months, each and every day.
The irony is: the literal second before she told me the truth (which I had suspected for almost six months, but which she had virgorously denied), I would have done anything for her.
I had fought for many months over a period which felt like one long nightmarish night with everything I got, but as soon as the truth — and nothing but the truth — was out, the fight was over.
She was a liar. Had become one. Would always be one.
So I did not fight anymore.
That is to say: not for her.
That had become a war I could not win anymore, and one she had already lost.
So she was gone forever, and I realized I had to start all over again, trying to walk to new horizons and not knowing what to expect. After 10 fucking years.
The nights became cold, and silent.
And she smelled blood, smelled my weakness, so she went for the kill, for the money, for the house, thinking that now I was lying in my own pool of stinking tears, she might as well bash in my head and get it over with.
She announced it to her friends, to her family. She would get the money. She would ruin me — she was a new person now, and would not care about her old life, ever again. (Her words.)
And, dear friend, I will end my little sermon now with my own three beautiful words.
She lost again.
#review
#breakup
#auri
But I did not want her back. In fact never, ever.
She had turned into a liar — someone who had lied for months and months, each and every day.
The irony is: the literal second before she told me the truth (which I had suspected for almost six months, but which she had virgorously denied), I would have done anything for her.
I had fought for many months over a period which felt like one long nightmarish night with everything I got, but as soon as the truth — and nothing but the truth — was out, the fight was over.
She was a liar. Had become one. Would always be one.
So I did not fight anymore.
That is to say: not for her.
That had become a war I could not win anymore, and one she had already lost.
So she was gone forever, and I realized I had to start all over again, trying to walk to new horizons and not knowing what to expect. After 10 fucking years.
The nights became cold, and silent.
And she smelled blood, smelled my weakness, so she went for the kill, for the money, for the house, thinking that now I was lying in my own pool of stinking tears, she might as well bash in my head and get it over with.
She announced it to her friends, to her family. She would get the money. She would ruin me — she was a new person now, and would not care about her old life, ever again. (Her words.)
And, dear friend, I will end my little sermon now with my own three beautiful words.
She lost again.
#review
#breakup
#auri