Amor Short (Number 2)

Here we are....

once soul mates, rendered mere strangers,

and on this sentiment I choke.

Hoping that what plagues me isn't the knowledge that I need to know.

Hoping that we'll look in each others eyes and laugh;

hoping that you'll allow me to pull you close and in return,

that you'll never let go.

My tears begin to fill wells that won't pump hydration to invigorate soil,

or breathe fresh photosynthesis given by Spring.

You were just so....much....more.

And it hurts that you don't understand how after all of this time....

after all of the pain,

that I only wanted to be the knight in shining armor that you spoke of.

I never wanted to be a conquerer of dreams slain.

I talk to you in the highest respect possible because you still breathe in me,

and I don't ever want to think of your name in vain.

I just want to re-incarnate all of the little things that I love about you,

so that I can have them again and again.

Sometimes you make me smile and I wish that it would've never ended.

Maybe the story of us was meant for the classics as well,

so I'll keep you safe in my chest and never tell,

for they'd never understand the utter Utopia laying under this silver lining;

or how hard it was to say....

goodbye.

Author's Note

The picture isn't the subject of the poem. Really there is no specific "she". I just find Amanda Diva to be DOPE.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

My tears begin to fill wells that won't pump hydration to invigorate soil,

that line struck out to me. i think you and i can write in similar fashion, with our deep minds. h ee hee.

another good poem, made my eyes water a little. wow. that's intense. anyway, keep writing, we love it. love it. like manna to our souls.

[Cece]

i dont understand
when i'm hurting
i only find the poems
that are full of hurt
hurting like i do
this intensified it
can not keep it in
my chest is heaving

[justjenn_2u]

This poem is full of beautiful language.

"Maybe the story of us was meant for the classics as well,"

This line caught my eye. Well spoken!

I see there is no specific "she" although this poem would melt "her" heart.

[Penny Ellen]

Lovely word choice! I do mean absolutely lovely. Anyone can say "It hurt to say goodbye", but it's like you want everyone to see every little way it did hurt, and how frustrated with the entire situation you are. You did a wonderful job of inflicting that kind of sadness that comes after reading something so sadly heartfelt.

[Choosing Life]

I love the disclaimer...

the opening is so powerful that really it could have been the start and end of the poem all at once.

"Here we are....

once soul mates, rendered mere strangers,

and on this sentiment I choke."

I can feel the struggle to breathe... The stifled slow suffucation of the reality that is invasive and all up up in your face.

"Hoping that what plagues me isn't the knowledge that I need to know."

That sentence is a catch 22. I like when such a tender program has so many rough spots in that causes the reader to feel empathy. This piece does that, it calls one to remember a similar instance of their own or
simply relate to it through your words. It is like cosmic ripping that can be felt.


"You were just so....much....more." This sentence is probably the most poignant for what it lacks in saying,
says it all.. The dots speak volumes.


"I talk to you in the highest respect possible because you still breathe in me,

and I don't ever want to think of your name in vain." What honor and honesty! It is amazing how one can right a piece so lovely just because. It is amazing that when the creative juices just flow and here comes a materpiece. This is so prety to me. I could copy ever line and speak on each one.

"I just want to re-incarnate all of the little things that I love about you,

so that I can have them again and again."

You talk about my pen not being fair... This line right here just makes one fall over and wilt liek a flower or faint like the starlets in the movies of the 20's.

"Maybe the story of us was meant for the classics as well,

so I'll keep you safe in my chest and never tell,

for they'd never understand the utter Utopia laying under this silver lining;

or how hard it was to say....

goodbye."
The ending was a classicly beautiful way to end this prose of longing and repect, honesty and pain, beauty and regret... What a touching write...

I am impressed.... truly