Stranger

I know I should probably leave,
Seems i'm always in your way.
I know I should probably let you go,
But I can't seem to walk away.

The fire still burns with passion because I keep it alive. I relight the flame but each night, it never fails to die.
Like a relit cigarette, it never taste the same.
It's like I melt to ashes-you throw me the blame.
Smoke will end up all that remains.
All that's left of me.

It's like you're a stranger, a stranger that doesn't love me anymore.
I feel us fading away more and more each time you throw to me the ground.

Like a stranger - I'll walk out that door. 
Like a stranger - I won't take the blame.
Like a stranger- Can't hurt me anymore.
Like a stranger- I will forget your name. Like a stranger- I won't love you anymore.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Love never died easy.
"Like a stranger - I'll walk out that door.
Like a stranger - I won't take the blame.
Like a stranger- Can't hurt me anymore.
Like a stranger- I will forget your name. Like a stranger- I won't love you anymore."
I did like the above lines dear Laconic. When we become strangers in the same house. What is left? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Laconic Meraki]

The hope for things to be different is all that's left...
That the stranger will someday magically turn back into your best friend.

[Chris Shaw]

A dying relationship and it appears to have a long drawn out end. More painful I think, than a sharp break. I would say finish ut and invest where you are appreciated. Sad poem.

Chris

[Laconic Meraki]

It was very drawn out.
Long .
I wouldn't let go.
Until I was ready.

With that being said...
I went back each time .
Getting literally and figuratively punched in the face every time I did go back.
I fought back eventually. Litetally and figuratively speaking.

I gave him two black eyes and walked away.

[Chris Shaw]

Best he's out of your life. It wasn't working. Plenty more fish in the sea :)

[Laconic Meraki]

That's what I felt like...
A fish.
His lies were bait.
Everytime I nibbled.
He reeled me in.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I thoroughly enjoyed those first two stanzas and the passion, confusion and hurt they portray. The final two stanzas, although displaying the determination of the protagonist not to be a victim, seem to have lost their poetic significance.

[Laconic Meraki]

Thanks for the feedback. ☺
I don't take any critism personally. You guys have more experience than I. And I admire and take into consideration your imput.

The last 2 stanzas in this poem were supposed to be that way. I was attempting to illustrate the emotion of lost, confused, off track. That's the emotion of "goodbye" .
How do I live without this stranger I thought I knew?

[T.S. Ulmus]

A stirring poem, somehow I feel guilt in reading it. The re-lit cigarette as a metaphor is very impressive. I have read several of your poems and they have all moved me to emotion, but this is the first one I could articulate. There are many more I would like to review in time. You are a talented shaper of words and I hope you continue to bless the world with poetic thoughts.

The last stanza, with the repetition, is very powerful. And the ending left me soul crushed. Good job!

[Laconic Meraki]

Thank you 💙
I appreciate you taking time to read my poem. And for the feedback. 🤞

[Rhayne]

I really like this one. To realize the end of something you hoped would be forever and still be strong enough to turn it back on them. Of course, for them, it doesn't matter. They've already shown they have only half a heart. But where it really matters is for you. Protect yourself, your heart and persevere. Search until you find the one with the key to your soul.

[Laconic Meraki]

Thank you.
I'm not sure if his purpose was to break me down until I opened my eyes to find myself or if he was trying to burn me to ash and ruin me forever.

If one of those things were truly the "reason" for him being in my life... He did both.

Though he left me alone in the dark- I opened my eyes and I had to fight to see the daylight.

If he was trying to burn me to ashes... He did. But like a pheniox - I rose again.