fairytale

I love you fairy tales, we've all been through

The sun hit my face as I woke.

I brewed two cups of coffee.

I called out to you.

I went upstairs and saw your bag next to the Creation of Adam... You weren’t home anymore.

I sat, thinking of careless Adam.

God stretched His body, Adam couldn’t lift a finger.

If I said this, you'd call me narcissist, slam the door.

You'd list reasons for Adam, proving God wrong.

I’d chase you, shout that I see a side that tries but can't fight.

But did Adam ever listen to God?

Back at the table, I sat.

The clock mocked me, counting the hours you didn’t return.

I looked at the cup, flowers faded.

Blue meant loyalty, now wilted.

I called friends for dinner�"

Friends I wouldn’t call if you were here.

They told me how much they hated you.

How I lost myself with you.

I said, “I know.”

I thought I found myself with you.

Do you remember our fights to sleep by the window?

You’d kiss me, say it doesn’t matter, I’m next to you.

Now I lie alone, not by the window.

I don’t want to sleep,

For fear you'll haunt my dreams, blaming me.

I’ll still wish for you when I wake.

“It’ll pass, baby, I’m here.

This time, the window side is yours.”

I’ll feel your kiss, your warm breath on my neck.

You’ll pull me close,

I’ll fall asleep with fairytales,

You telling me you love me, caressing my hair.

I woke up with the sun hitting my face.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem getting inspired by my friend Pekka's wonderful photographs. Thank you for letting me share it and for inspiring me by doing your job perfectly.
his instagram @pexxov

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I feel a slight desperation in your voice; perhaps there was disagreement at some time before sleep and you were afraid you would have haunted dreams… so to alleviate this possibility you offered her the other side of the bed…. Yet you woke up with. the sun shining in your face so she didn’t take the window side I guess… some sadness in this piece and some desire, not yet fulfilled
Thank you for sharing….
Warmly B🌷

[berenongur]

Every time the sun hits my face I wake up with less pain. This somehow expresses hope again. It's hard to wake up if the sun doesn't wake me up.
thank you so much for reading and paying attention. that means a lot.
have a great weekend

[Betty Hermelee]

you are very welcome🌷
Warmly, B

[Ken Simm.]

Complete atmosphere and extraordinary understanding of its place in the story. Been there but could not express it as well.

[berenongur]

i see... thank you so much for your time sir

[Mk.t.g]

"Blue meant loyalty, now wilted."

my fav line, honestly. the whole piece was such a personal and vulnerable writing, the imagery, the gradual story, the memories.... everything was picture-perfect. I feel there is a person like that in everyone's life, their own 'Adam' you know? one who shapes and crafts your life every so perfectly, that imagining a life without them is a forbidden thought. and then u hit reality when, yes, that person leaves you, and you're left wondering where you went wrong....

loved this piece a lot, TALENTED AND GREAT FR!!!

[berenongur]

oh thank you. after this defenselessness I will go and read your hopeful poem and come to myself, HEY EVERYONE READING THIS COMMENT AFTER THIS POEM go to AN ODE TO MY PAST SELF and do not ruin your life with hopelessness. thank you for existing and thank you for being a poet. thank you

[Mk.t.g]

hehehehehehe, thankuuuu im not that great, just a hopless girl living her teenage life lol

[berenongur]

same! you are me, i am you! old people are jealous of us! keep shining

[Mk.t.g]

REALLLL, WE ROCKED, THEY SHOCKED (god, what am i doing hehe??)

[Sami Khalil]

This has bittersweet elements. At least you have good memories from your 'Adam'.
How a photo can inspire a poem is a good thing.

[berenongur]

ah my idol... thank you so much, your comment means a lot to me... take care have a nice day

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome dear poet.