LA  DOULEUR  EXQUISE

LA DOULEUR EXQUISE

A Poem by roses
"

u n s u i t a b l e love and hurt

"

I fed myself a little daydream,

and the time instantly

started ticking

s l o w l y.


It brought me back somewhere far,

a tingling memory at the back of my mind.


I breathed in,

a little at first,

then a gulp of air.

Finally, I smell that lush greenery

ever so calming.


I looked out of that window,

and saw a sum of colours.

Red, orange, yellow, green.

Blue, Indigo, Violet.


I felt...

That feeling so indescribable,

it tore me apart.

Yet, it mended everything wrong,

and fixed every broken part.


It made me feel so bubbly,

yet so fragile.

Taking baby steps,

one, two, three, four, five.


I touched his warm and rough hand,

so tightly clasped around mine.

I moved my shoulder upwards,

and nudged his strong chest.



He whispered into my ear,

so softly it tickled.

Three words.

Significant, yet easy to throw.


The moment i saw his arm

tied around her waist,

my gut twisted in fury.

My neck warmed, beads of anger forming on my forehead.

My throat suddenly hurt,

exactly when a piercing sound was heard.


People thought many things,

they thought I was crazy.

Mad.

Mental.

Disturbance.

Useless.


People say I can't even handle

something so minor.


But they don't understand.

No, they will never.


They never thought about the times he held me,

assured me that everything will be alright.

They don't know, that when times were tough,

he whispered encouraging words into my ear.

They never saw the times we were so intimate.

When he promised, I will be his one and only.


Now all those seemed like an eternity,

that I'll never be able to reach.

Those three words,

So significant.

But easy to throw.

© 2017 roses


Author's Note

roses
This poem is about love, where a girl fell in love with someone in a haze, not noticing that the guy has fallen in love with someone else. In the first part of the poem, colours and child-like actions are used as a symbol to bring out the persona's personality, intending on her being someone naive, and spends most of her time in her imagination.

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Added on April 4, 2017
Last Updated on April 4, 2017
Tags: poetry, poem, love, heartbreak, sad

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