It's 2 am, drifting in and out of consciousness, your presence creeps in, just a ghost in the walls. This way i keep you alive, crawling inside my head through my ear, i should get away from here, but something won't let me leave.
3:00am
They say 3 am is the time for lonely lovers, but this love is just a camouflage, for a resemblance of rage. your world, you said i was, with galaxies in your eyes. But what worth is a world to the universe, head buried in the pillow-i cry. Why could we never just 'be'? i feel my anger swelling, i swim into its sea. 4:00am
4 am and the birds start to sing, more awake now than before, though your presence is fading, i weep. It's sad to think now, the only time I'll get to spend with you, is in my halfhearted sleep. Why is that phrase so familiar? 5:00am
Still empty, still lonely, still broken, for you? I'm not sure. Lying awake in bed, feeling the spot on my chest, where you used to rest your head. There is nothing left.
6:00am
You've gone now, absent in my thoughts, gently easing off the pain. But even with my seams stitched tightly, no doubt, scars will remain. Like how your eyes still catch the light the right way, but our hearts don't beat the same.
Note to self: That's why love's a funny thing, the way it lingers in your mind, no matter what you do, but in certainty you may rely, on the passing of time. The hardest part is forgetting those, who not only gave you things to remember, but those you swore you would never forget. But now it's okay, with this comes repose, and waking each day, no pressure to exist, no demands of your being, just a loneliness to suppress, nothing to be imposed. And with time, my dear, recovery arose.
alex-marie, I haven't reviewed anything of yours in so long...I had forgotten how your writing style is subtle but hard-hitting all at once. Counting the hours and giving an 'hourly report' was a great concept, one that could have been cumbersome but you pulled off deftly. As the hours pass you give the meaning of love a lot of thought...don't know if the meaning is ever really outlined, but the fact that there is a search going on means it's important to you...and thus the reader also. Very, very well done! take care...dan
This was a very creative piece. I thoroughly enjoyed your use of dividing each stanza by the time beforehand; it added a unique element to the poem. Also, using two different fonts throughout caught my eye.
this shows the fury of mind of a writer, how we stay up all night thinking sometimes, how we are affected so greatly by those that come into our lives...and how we learn from it all and see the grander side of things...enjoyed this greatly,
A very powerful poem that`s got written with the feelings for love. I liked the concept you chose to write with .. like 2:00am--6:00am because, such a time`s all made for lovers whether they live within it or break the heart for sin. Passing time`s such a rough thing around the world. When we want the time to let go, it never walks out but when we tryna hold it to heart, it just creeps out into the seconds. Wonderfully written!
Very beautiful, romantic and kinda sad.
Lots of emotion, and meaning to this one.
I like how you have written this one out very cool.
I enjoyed the read :)