The Bright Screen in the Darkness

A bright screen in the darkness.

The morning comes unbidden.

Tears pooling in the corners of my eyes

Not wanting to roll down my cheek.

Stinging, burning my eyes.

Meaningless words from an old friend.

I knew they'd come but they still hurt.

They'd leave and come back.

I'd forget the hurt, the pain, the tears.

But one tiny thing brings them rushing back.

A song, a place, a movie, anything.

It could be the shirt on a stranger's back.

The memories, once lost, are found.

And so I look at my little light in the night.

And I read the message over again.

Knowing the words were a lie.

Hoping I could blink and they would be erased.

Or that I'd wake up and he'd be gone.

Just a symptom of a psychotic disorder

Or a sleep deprived hallucination.

But I know I can't sleep.

The words are right in front of me.

I can remember every moment with him...

The dinner dates,

The nights we just laid in bed and watched TV,

All those secret trips to see him,

Every kiss,

Every warm embrace,

That one special night where there was no one but him...

All gone.

All bitter sweet memories of a lost love.

This one text brings them all back.

But he's gone.

I want to hit delete.

To leave no trace.

To stop the memories.

"But he might come back to me.

He has before, he'll do it again."

My heart still yearns for him.

But he'll never change his ways.

All the words he said, lies.

All the memories are to be forgotten.

He was no good.

I deserve better, I know this.

But first loves never truly leave.

So the text will stay with me.

Clogging up my phone.

A little light in the darkness.

Another lesson to learn another day.

A constant reminder of the past

and how I can never let go.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

I could feel the emotion bleeding out of every word in this poem, and I like the free style format you used. This is a nice poem you've written. P.S, you are very brave to openly admit to being gay, and have earned my respect because of it. :)

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Personally, I delete those old texts from those who have hurt me. But deleting the memories from your mind, and the pain from your heart, is indeed much harder.
I've felt this same way after bad breakups, and it sucks.
You've painted a vivid picture with this poem.

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Im honestly amazed that no one has said anything about this piece yet, it is amazing. Extremely heartrending, but amazing none the less. This is only the second piece I've read of yours, but I really like the way you tell your story and get the emotion out without really caring about the scene. this makes the writes more universal which I think draws more readers. Because everyone can relate to emotions, it takes a lot more chance to have them understand the scene. Anyway, the word choice is great and the write is wonderful. i definitely look forward to reading more of your works