Next Time

Next Time

A Poem by Riley Bray
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3/24/16

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Thoughts of you fill my head
Almost every night when I try to go to bed
And I can't help but to sob
As my heart fills with dread
Just like lead it has begun to drown me in an ocean,
This time of my passion,
And though I hear the call to action
I am trapped within an iron coffin
I am caught within a prison in which I am the sole inmate
Confined in a state
Where I can love but cannot hate
For there is a magic that you hold
That has been casted upon me
One that has caused me to dream
To dream of you, to dream of me, to dream of all that we could be
And I thought that if I held you in return
Then you would never let me go
But I was wrong and I got hurt because my heart was filled with hope
Youre moving on, looking forward, leaving me to cope alone
A bit ago I wrote a poem,
Named you love, and that was true,
But I didn't think then that I'd soon have to say goodbye to you
I would not have gifted you my body
If I'd known you'd so soon walk away
I did it because I loved you,
(In many ways I still do)
And I wanted to marry you some day
In my heart you made a home
And I decorated it just for you
I painted the walls, I refurbished the roof
And as I did so, my feelings grew
I dreamt of our future
And how our life would be
College first, apartment next,
Wedding after and children last
We'd even named the two we'd have,
Jordan first and Layla last
But now they wont exist and I feel like I betrayed them
And either way I've got to say
My life has been reduced to mayhem
I've never known what it feels like
To watch your world burn down around you
You were the best thing in my life
But now I have to live without you
I see you flirt with others, strutting down the halls
You seem so okay without me
And so I realized I must rebuild my walls
You've made it clear that you're not there for me to talk to
And that our time has fully passed
You told me that you loved me once
But now thats not something you can do
There's too many reminders and here I'll write a list:
Two days after was your mothers birthday
Four days after it was mine
Eighteen days after it will be yours
Forty-four days after it will be my moms
Sixty-four days after, you graduate
Sixty-five days after would be acen
Sixty-six days after would come prom
Eighty-two days until I become a senior
Eighty-five days until camp
And so on and so on, I'm sure you get the gist
And you've changed since you left me
You've gotten hard and cruel and rough
It's a side I've never known
A side that's never loved or even liked me,
One who's had enough
I don't love the side I see now
But that matters not
I know that you're just trying to be tough
I still love the you I know
And it hurts, but I'll wait just a little longer
Love doesn't just disappear after all
So I wont give up just yet
I'll just have hope our love can be found
And that next time it will be stronger

© 2016 Riley Bray


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Riley Bray
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