Not to say I wish this, but I can at least forewarn you…provided you listen.

This poem goes in an ABACDBDC rhyming pattern, starting over again with each new stanza. Dedicated to someone who knows who they are

Memories pain me, plague me,

And without you at my side

I can no longer be.

A feeling of being real is what I lack…

The sorrow is immense.

I wish you hadn’t lied

Because of it, my pain is intense;

My heart feels torn and my soul feels hacked.

 

Hate me.  Go on and hate me,

But I can no longer be so sad that I hide

From this terrible feeling… I wish to be free

Of these miserable emotions; free of you.

I told you that without you I would die

And I have inside…

Now I have only one question left: Why?

Why are you through?

 

This fateful turn of events has broken you

But you are not alone.

Do you wish for loneliness?  Do you?

I didn’t.  Yet I still feel lonely.

I’d trade you, if I could.

For my sins, I’d atone

By giving you this feeling…if I should.

Maybe then you’d understand…ha, if only.

 

You have eyes only for yourself.

Not selfishly, of course.

They’re merely just focused on your self-

Righteousness.  Your mirror image is getting in the way

Of your happiness…of my own.

I cannot blame you, even though you are the source

Of my current sadness, because my heart has been sewn

Back together, and it will hopefully stay.

 

Even when I see you again,

I hope that the seams will not break.

Even when we meet again,

I will be able to breathe

Unlike I was able to those final days

When you hated me and I could not take

Seeing you, even on those minimal, final days.

I will be able to breathe.  I will be able to breathe.

 

I hope you’re happy.

I don’t know how honestly I mean that,

But regardless you probably don’t care about that statement from me.

I don’t wish pain upon you,

But still I hope one day you understand

How much you hurt me when you asked me that

Horrible, horrible “figurative” question…that hinted a demand

To stop talking to you, to stop loving you…

 

I hope one day you stop and think

About the girl you hurt.

Not meaning I hope you think

About her as more than your sister,

Just that I hope you think about her.

I hope you know it was you who hurt

Her, it was you who broke her,

That it was her brother who tore apart his own sister.

 

Not to say what we had was incestual, no.

Merely confused, and very sadly such.

I mean…well…she is my sister, so

Brother must be the right term for you.

Congratulations.  You’re probably in love.

And I’m sorry that I may touch

Upon a nerve by saying this: You do not know love.

And she doesn’t know you.

 

We’re beyond the flowers and butterflies

That linger in a lover’s stomach

Before they realize

Those insects are uglier than sin.

I’m just telling the truth, the story

Beyond the stomach

And into the heart; A tale gruesome and gory

Tainted with things such as kin supposedly loving kin.

 

My chapter is over,

That’s all I mean to say

Because I found my four-leafed clover.

Luck was on my side

And I wasn’t left to rot alone

But the pain of rotting hasn’t yet faded away.

So while you continue to whine and moan

Maybe listen to your own words for on them Karma has hitched a ride.

Author's Note

Picture ain't mine :P