Melancholy Greeting

I honestly don't know which is worse.

Saying goodbye to something great

that I know I don't need,

or saying hello again to all the bad things

that a good girl can't keep away.

 

Even a woman,

ripened and bred in the eye of love,

can't deny that being swallowed alive

is worth breaking all the rules to avoid.

It wells in your heart slowly,

slowly collecting weight until our body leans forward

with all the guilt and loneliness.

 

Soon after, all your tears run out,

even if you never cried them.

You lose the will to let the feelings out.

You become accustomed to holding it in.

You lose the ability to beautify the tragedy,

and it just dulls into consuming sadness.

Nothing but an infection.

 

Well I'm sick again,

because I chose to do what I should

instead of what I wanted.

But now I feel renewed

along with feeling destroyed.

Now how could that be?

 

I let the hope of butterflies and giddiness

romance me into making a bad choice.

And then the bliss faded away

and it was time to grow up.

I don't know how to make sense of it anymore.

I don't even know how to explain it in the simplest of words.

What the f**k is simplicity anymore anyway?

 

I just want you to be just as ok with moving on as I am.

I don't want to be smiling through this sickness.

But I can't help it, I made the choice.

I'm a good girl again.

So you go on and live your life...

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The last Dear John letter type of verse...that's how it came out as I read this...the venting is quite all over the page...and just pours on the gas in the fire...until the ending...I see this stanzas needs help:

Even a woman,
ripened and bred in the eye of love,
can't deny that being swallowed alive
is worth breaking all the rules to avoid.
It wells in your heart slowly,
slowly collecting weight until our body leans forward
with all the guilt and loneliness.
---
Even a woman,
ripened and bred in the eye of love,
can't deny that being swallowed alive
is worth breaking all the rules to avoid.
It dwells in your heart slowly,
slowly collecting weight until our body leans forward
with all the guilt and loneliness.
---
and a word choice here:

Well I'm sick again,
because I chose to do what I should
instead of what I wanted.
But now I feel renewed
along with feeling destroyed.
Now how could that be?
---
Well I'm sick again,
because I chose to do what I should
instead of what I needed.
But now I feel renewed
along with feeling destroyed.
Now how could that be?

liked the line:

What the f**k is simplicity anymore anyway?

just hits the pedal to the medal...there...and tact seems to end the final clause...

[Wynter Page]

Thank you :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...