Never A Last

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be written;

My last poem for you.

It will hurt too much

To be afraid to speak to you;

Scared that I will have to stop my words,

And resist writing another poem.

I was going to tell you how I had loved you;

How my heart ached when you hurt me,

And how well I have moved on,

But maybe it’s for the best that I don’t.

This way, I’ll always have you,

And you’ll always have a piece of my heart

That’s been broken and mended; tiny in size,

But nevertheless yours to keep.

Yes, I have moved on,

But this doesn’t mean I have to say goodbye.

I’ll always love you somehow,

Just in a different part of my heart.

It’s better for us all this way;

My poems to you never a last.

Maybe I’m just selfish, holding on to you,

But my last poem for you wasn’t meant to be written,

And besides, you’ll never know that I’m writing for you…

Author's Note

This was written around the time I was having muse trouble, and it's a poem about contemplating writing yet another poem, along with some other things as well. This one is another that's very special to me.

Reviews

[Signet]

I think the poem is amazing. I, personally, believe that moving on doesn't mean you stop loving someone. They always have a piece of your heart and it's not easy everytime.
'Yes, I have moved on,
But this doesn’t mean I have to say goodbye.'
I can relate to these lines.
Beautiful poem. :)

[Akshat♥]

nice ...
sad poem..described well..
i can easily relate to it..

[Samantha (:]

I really like this. It's something everyone can relate to, and I also like how you described that you still love said person, yet not in the way you used to. I especially the 1st stanza. I'm actually working on doing this right now. :/