limbo

I can only endure God's uncertainty

 and for that I got lost in too many lines

Being in the dark doesn't scare me

 if I'm the only one who turn off the lights

I am the one who turned off the glow of the divines

You don't cause me a sunny* day 

 just because you made me to listen Doris Day.

You can't turn the "perhapses" in my head into yeses 

 by asking me to dance.

I sleep in your arms wondering if you will leave me tomorrow

I stay close to the door so I can escape at any moment

You were bragging about turning winter into summer

It was just a climate crisis, honey

Every time I kissed you my lips would split 

 and we thought it was passion

Is red the color of love or blood?

When I told you I hated the movie The Notebook

 you should have known I couldn't stand these fights

You made me believe in the dream that an empty lot 

 would become a mansion

While carrying the bricks, you left me there

 and went to the nearest broken heart

I can turn this into a real poem but

 yours is just Conceptual Art.

Author's Note

The Notebook is a toxic movie, let's face it.
Doris Day - Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps

Reviews

[Soren]

A heartfelt poem that reads raw and breaths pain. Pain is the twin sister of love infact they are conjoined twins. A Janus face if you would. Your poem presents this idea well that in this universe of ballance there can not be one without an equal amount of the other. Love without hate would not be love it would be emotionless. Loved the poem

[Beren]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on my work, that means a lot. I care about your reviews. Take care

[andrew mitchell]

A heartfelt write, a joy to read in the way you tell the story as it is. Nice work.

[Beren]

Wow thank you so much sir for visiting! Means a lot! Glad you like this!

[ashley]

okay so basically im Crying at this youre so good, that second last verse is so SO GOOODOODODOODDDDD

[Beren]

You are making me blush… I have a crush on your comments anymore. Thanks hahaha

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Beren. This is so good. You made the reader feel and understand every word.
"Every time I kissed you my lips would split
and we thought it was passion
Is red the color of love or blood?"
The above lines were my favorite. Sometime hard to decide love or blood? Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Beren]

ah, i really like this one a lot. and i like it even more cause you like it sir! thank you so much for taking time to read and comment!

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem and you are welcome.

[carl]

fascinating write - one of the very few poems I have read on this site about relationship that is well expressed and not overly mushy or sexual - you have used great imagery - really enjoy the read -carl

[Beren]

Oh my god! Thank you so much for your nice words sir! I'm so glad you read this! Have a nice evening!

[MCS]

A raw, painful reading that most of us know first hand. Well done, dear poet.
Love is so short, but getting over it takes so long and one is never the same.
I hate the Notebook too.

[Beren]

Haha First of all, I’m glad to heard that you hate the notebook too. And you’re so right… And thank you so much for visiting and commenting that means a lot. Have a great week!

[m_soulverses]

I love how raw and unfiltered this poem feels- there’s so much emotion woven into each line. The imagery is powerful, especially the contrast between light and dark, love and disillusionment. The last stanza was especially good, that idea of being left with the weight of something unfinished while someone else moves on. It’s beautifully written and leaves a lasting impact!

[Beren]

Thank you so much, sir. I’m really grateful for your visit and taking time to read and comment. These means a lot. Hope you have a great week!

[laika]

i love the combination of biting sarcasm and wistfulness - perfectly portrays the love/hate relationship we sometimes have with those who cross our path. great work!

[Beren]

Aww thank you so much for taking time to read and comment! You really understood what I meant in this poem!

[Dylan Macadham]

Lacking Love, we crave it; having it we wonder it's worth ... budump bump that's Life! :)
I enjoyed this one, Beren.

[Beren]

Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment. I’m glad you liked it.