Doomed From the Start

This poem is one of my most personal poems.

It’s been years since I’ve written a decent poem, Zain

You gave me that back

What can I say?

You pulled out something in me.

Six days

That’s longer than I expected

Which is saying something sad

Half an hour's past

Did I tell you I charged my phone?

One hundred percent battery

I wanted to talk to you forever

I wanted to meet the man that brought a part of me back to life

Ah, how I wish it hadn’t ended

I’m dying to call you, see a text, get a call from you

It’ll be fine in the morning

I have hours and hours to think

Did I ever tell you that car was small?

It was, but you made it even smaller

You made me want to escape 

Become the wind and the rain

You probably know the impact you had on me too

Did you think I would write a poem about you?

Ah, Zain. This isn’t how I wanted this night to end

I had it all in my head

I should turn off my phone

I can’t turn off my phone

I was going to say Staples

Right across from you know where

I was going to say I’d drive

Because it’s the only place I can drive

And we’d meet, face to face

My hair would be a mess, I’d have no make up on, and a dress haphazardly thrown over 

You wouldn’t expect that, I’m sure

Just like you wouldn’t expect me to tell others about you

Why is that?

I’m a sharing person

I didn’t share too much, I shared just enough to get an opinion on what to do

What do I do, Zain?

Ah, I missed this.

Working out my feelings through poems

Didn’t you know?

I had feelings

You hurt them.

But you know that

You always knew that

Perhaps I’m overthinking it

But there is no one like you

Not that I’ve met

I waited for you, you know

I sat, in front of my house with my phone clutched between my hands

But you never called

I was never tired, Zain

You didn’t make me feel tired

But I’m angry at you

You know I would be

Will you call to soothe me?

Haha

I’d better get to bed

I have to wake up early and shake everything off

But I don’t want to look at my phone

Did I tell you?

I deleted the app too

Author's Note

This poem is one of my most personal poems. I wrote it at two... or was t three am? I forget which. Point is, I struggled over putting it up because, well... *sigh* it didn't end well. Still, if "he" reads this... haha. Never mind, he won't.

Reviews

[Shirlena]

Aww I'm sorry but trust me I know this dance. I have done every step you wanna look at that phone but you don't because it would led to you possible breaking down one are the other. You don't won't to call him because then it would make you feel weak. Yes, I know this dance and it's one you do alone. I hope you heal quickly or he comes around, either way. I hope it get's easier for you. Something good came out of it...this write.