ImpossibleA Poem by Ripple of AquaA tragic story of a false love... Inspired by Impossible by Shontelle
I was innocent;
Stupid; Naive. I was so careless to forget something so important. Something I should've known from the beginning. Quickly I tread up the spiraling steps, Further and further up I go, Till only a door stood in my way, But I shoved it open without a thought. Wind hit me in a force, Lights shown so bright from thing that stood before me Stinging my eyes. That was when my tears came with the thoughts, You left so easily. Gone in a flash. The memories, The things we shared, Photos in albums, Laughter and love; All tainted. The tears sear down my cheeks, Leaving cracked trails in their wake. My feet crunch against the gravel, The city moving busily below, Unknowing on what I am about to do, All my scars are shown on my face, Never do I believe I could be whole once again. No one can save me, I'm sure of it, Nothing now binds me to the world I live in, There's simply no reason. And I'm too afraid to know that it's bound to happen again. No. I won't let that happen. I will never let it happen to me again, I think as my toes touch nothing but air, The bright lights shine in beams into my eyes as I stare down, Tears falling like crystals quickly to the far ground. Empty promises were made, Embarrassments were not saved, Nothing could undo the strings that you wound tight around my heart, Even now. I still love you. But I don't deserve to be here, If you won't love me, Who will? I will never be ready for this, But I will do the unthinkable, Like what we were called: the impossible. I guess they were right. What a fool I was to ever fallen in love. And so I lift my hands, Brace myself, Lifting off of the ground with the last breath of life in me; Surrendering my body to the sky; And I soar. © 2012 Ripple of AquaAuthor's Note
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