![]() BrokenA Poem by Lykos
It started with a glance, this feeling I got when I first looked at you,
Then I sat beside you and watched your mouth as your lips started to move and words came out. It was strange, it was unknown to me, I couldn’t explain it. I can barely describe how to put it into words, It was like a ball of happy energy that grew inside me. I had never felt it before. I liked this feeling. I hoped it would never end. Every time I saw your face, my heart started beating like a fist was squeezing it rapidly. We talked for days in every way we could communicate. You became the person I wanted to tell how my day had gone. The conversation never grew dull, always new, exciting and funny stories to tell each other. I tried resisting, but I couldn’t stop myself from liking you. With every breath you took to tell me something, my feelings for you grew. Never did I think I could find a person that I had so many things in common with. Your likes, personality and sense of humour all alike to mine. I knew from this it would be hard to find another like you. I wanted you to stay with me, But I should have known not to have got sucked in, Not to have taken my feeling out of the cage I had locked them in for so many years. The same feeling I had said I would never feel, came back again. A feeling of pain, but not a pain that shows on the outside, a pain deep within the mind. A pain that doesn’t fade after a few days, it lingers on and when your face comes to mind it grows again. I use my music to drown out the thoughts, it helps for a while. Only for me to put a song on that reminds me of you, A song that we had listened to together, a song that you had sent me. The thought of you rips the wound open again. There’s too much of this pain, this unknown feeling I can’t handle it. I wish the only word that we had said to each other was hello and goodbye. But that would have been too easy. I now know when people say to me when they miss someone that has gone, That feeling of something missing, something that has been lost to the chapters of time. Now I try to instead think of the happiness that we shared together. These are the pieces that I shall keep now and throw the bad thoughts out into the darkness And hope that they will be lost forever. © 2017 LykosReviews
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Added on January 15, 2017Last Updated on May 1, 2017 Author![]() LykosMunster , IrelandAboutImagination is more important than knowledge, knowledge is limited. Imagination circles the world. A writer is a world trapped in a person. "If you would not be forgotten, As soon as you are d.. more..Writing
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