New perspective

After years of waiting nothing came
To me nor to him
It's such a shame
While every flower bloomed
The white one remained unchanged
No one noticed but it was kinda
Fading away

Yes I'm afraid
Yes I'm not myself
When i think about him, my heartaches
To think that he might forget what we had
To think that he might have found someone more cool or bad
To think that all we had was a white lie
And to think that the person i wanted my forever with might become a forever memory.
But a part of me always makes me feel blessed for the part in which our paths crossed
For the part where we finally loved each other doesn't matter if it was just for a while
And for the part in which he gave me memories of him which made a part of me alive .

Life is crazy isn't
Makes you realise so much more than you could ever resist
Love ,laugh, live is the motto they paint
But it ain't
It ain't that easy to live the way we wish , we did
Come on , just look around
Terror, sadness, anger has taken its way
I don't know what's next
But surely am a bit afraid
Coz the history might repeat itself,They say
So let's pray, I won't get caught up in the same wind again
In the same ray i was afraid to see light in
In the same room i was afraid to enter
In the same state i was afraid to be in
But they say it's life, and that's how it is
But i say IT'S life so go f*****g kill it
Enlighten the darkness within you
That's Beauty in itself you didn't knew
Ppl are scared of the darkness but
That's the only rsn you see light in the room
We need it , the darkness
We need it to sleep even if it's forever
I would say get used to it
Coz dude there won't be a person in your grave
Standing with a lamp shade
Alright alright that's dark I'll stop but just know
This poem will haunt you in your thoughts.

Reviews

[Yana Larson]

This poem dives into the bittersweet nature of love, heartbreak, and self-reflection with raw vulnerability. The use of simple but evocative imagery, like the fading white flower, symbolizes both a stagnant love and personal yearning. The conversational tone, with touches of cynicism and self-awareness, recalls the work of poets like Rupi Kaur and Nayyirah Waheed, who similarly explore love, loss, and inner strength with an unfiltered voice.

The poem’s free-flowing form, direct language, and blend of introspection and empowerment give it an intimate, confessional feel. Lines like “But a part of me always makes me feel blessed / for the part in which our paths crossed” reveal a resilient side, finding grace even in pain. And the closing thoughts on darkness, light, and life carry a gritty, existential quality that lingers, almost daring the reader to confront their own inner shadows.

Overall, it's an honest, impactful piece that resonates with a sense of hard-won wisdom, making it both thought-provoking and haunting.Thank you. Good luck