You.

The world is full of unanswerable questions,

Why is the sky blue? Or the grass green?

What makes us fall into love? Or out of it?

There are no direct facts but only experiences that give us an opinion. 

I fell in love because your brown eyes captivated me with every blink.

I fell in love because the sound of your voice could calm the demons inside my mind.

I fell in love because your hands felt like silk upon my wounded skin.

But after time passed the taste of your love became bitter on my lips.

Your brown eyes that once captivated me turned black as the night sky.

Your eyes became the main attraction to the pictures painted in my nightmares.

Your voice that once calmed my demons turned my favorite song to screams.

And those screams I still listen to on repeat today.

Your hands once soft as silk cut my heart like glass.

And you let it bleed in your hands as you watched me fall to ground.

People don't simply fall out of love.

They're pushed.

You turned my tears of joy to tears of pain with the flip of a switch.

You pushed me away from the one thing I wanted most.

You.

Through all the bleeding, 

Through all the pain,

I held you as if you were a delicate rose.

Terrified of the thought of hurting you,

And all you did was break me.

My words you once danced to were put on a permanent pause so your words could be heard.

As I was to stay mute, to listen, and speak when I was told.

To be your pet on a constant leash,

Only able to go so far.

I didn't simply fall out of love.

I ran away from your demons,

I ran away from your commands,

I ran away from you.

I ran away when all I wanted to do was stay.

For the chance that your eyes as black as the night sky would turn back to brown,

The brown I loved to look at for hours.

For the chance that your voice of screams would return to my favorite song,

The song that could sing me to sleep.

For the chance that your hands as sharp as glass would melt to silk,

The silk that could cover every inch of my skin with instant comfort.

But you can not reread the same novel and expect a different ending,

Like a song constantly being replayed,

It all ends the same way.

People can claim to change,

To be a better version of themselves,

But it's your decision to believe them or not,

For people do not simply fall out of love.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[AirieLeva]

A very beautiful and heart-wrenching poem. You were able to capture both sides of love using little words while keeping a fluent voice throughout the entire poem. Very well done!
💙 Airie