Déjà VuA Poem by Alex P.Sometimes I'm too curious for my own good...
Morbid curiosity draws my hand,
As if by unseen force And with a single glance, My carefully constructed barriers Disintegrate as if never there The words I read cause my heart to sink, And my arms long to hold you, Whisper that it'll be all right Each word scribed within your verse Like a lash upon my soul As the memories flash behind my eyes Each laugh, each caress As if I'm living it again My anger set my momentos alight But could not scorch them from my mind Every time I look around, Something still reminds me of you Your voice, your words The way you held me at night Seeped in so deeply as if it were a part of me Then the pain comes again, As I knew it would, The mourning of what was And could have been I turn from your words Eyes closed to force everything back That is no longer my life Nor will that imagined future ever be Nothing can forgive what you did, I won't let myself be that naïve, I still need to get past you it seems Work harder at being happy And scour clean the parts of you That are also a part of me
© 2012 Alex P.Reviews
|
Stats
197 Views
2 Reviews Added on March 9, 2012 Last Updated on March 9, 2012 AuthorAlex P.AB, CanadaAboutAmateur Herbalist | Feminist | Social and Environmental Justice Activist | Entrepreneur --- The content of this profile and all other associated content are hereby strictly prohibited from disclosur.. more..Writing
|