10 years ago I met a guy, we created our own version of heaven but then he left and being in heaven alone felt a lot like hell.
So 9 times like a cat I tried to bring our love back to life. But he always chose her.
Her with a body shaped like an 8 and some days I don’t blame him. Really.
But the heartbreak I felt then should be listed as one of the 7 wonders of the world. Heck it pales them.
He said “I was young, I didn’t know better”
I said even 6 year olds know how sorry.
He said it and looked at me expectantly like he deserved 5 gold stars.
All I really wanted to hear was that 4 letter word especially when its part of that over used 3 word phrase but like always it didn’t come.
Its 2 a.m. and instead of sleeping I am trying to convince myself he is not my the 1. And I’m failing miserably.
I apologise truly for the silence. Once again I find my thoughts reaching a dead end in the maze that’s my mind. So here is an incomplete poem which I don’t know how to end.
I am leaves in autumn every time I see your face,
I’m still turning my demons into angels in lace
Or dust in a chalice.
I don’t know where I went wrong my love
Sometime between sixteen and twenty five
I lost my way, lost my drive.
I hate love poems
But I want to write you one.
I hate love poems
But you are the muse behind mine.
I hate love knots
But with these gifts I hope you forget me not.
I hate love notes
But here’s one.
I hate love letters
But this one is about you.
I hate love bites
But please cover my body with yours.
I hate love handles
But I hope mine help you find your balance
I hate love songs
But they make sense when I’m with you.
I hate love stories
but you are my favourite.
I hate love at first sight stories
But you prove me wrong.
I hate love
But I love you.
See my confusion.