SoulmateA Poem by beccaThis poem, while it has no rhyme scheme, tells the story of love from the perspective of seemingly losing a soulmate.I can’t say that I’ve felt like this before I’ll admit it, I am young and naive Life has taught me that to underestimate your life you must’ve first reveled in your innocence unknowingly That being said, it’s not easy to make sense of a new sentient life once you come of age A drop falls on your skin from a thunderstorm that pours and pours Yet the comforting sun rays of a summers day beat down on it as well Doesn’t really make sense, now does it? I’ve found that life isn’t really made to make sense The only thing that truly makes sense is numbers, not even words make sense to every attentive ear Though love seems to stem outside the realm of irrationality, it does truly make sense, more than any equation I could make up in my head. The time love falls beyond the idea of “rational” is when comprehension of another love begins It’s always difficult when it’s not just you anymore; when a love combines into one single entity Love is one of those other things that was never meant to be easy I can’t lie in saying that it gets easier as you fall more and more, but that’s purely a result of toleration of pain When it happens it feels more special every time Almost as if you’re a kid in a candy store but the next time you go in, it’s just started carrying your new favorite kind of chocolate bar. It’s special; something that could not be replicated even with a cloning machine To claim that love is that of a normal occurrence is something I’ve heard many times. Once you get into a routine anything can seem truly normal, the same could be said for almost anything in this world However, love should not be considered normal It not a normal emotion nor a normal concept No one truly has answers as to how it works yet in our heads in makes the most sense It guides fools to their demise and people with a wise head on their shoulders to happiness I’m neither a fool nor wise but I know what love is It’s waking up in the morning and hoping they’re there to say good morning with a smile It’s also feeling empty when they’re not there anymore under the sheets to hold you It’s feeling like you could fly above the world and above all the houses of all the people that you feel couldn’t ever be as happy as you are But it’s also walking among the streets knowing that others get to have it; making you feel vain for the thought in the first place Love should never be taken for granted like I have taken it so many times It should be cherished and nurtured as if it would be over tomorrow But love is never really over The fondness from seeing a past love is enough to make your heart flutter and sing of the “good old times” It makes you think of if it really had to end in the first place Reason with yourself though, “it ended for a reason” You could tell yourself that but your heart knows what you really feel You wish it would go away but a tiny melody plays in your ears reminding you of how it felt The sights and sounds flood back; it’s too intoxicating for you to handle I feel that I had a true love You could call it the one that got away Something feels so wrong to reminisce but I can’t help but want to feel it again I know it’s wrong and like many things, it’s not my place to think about it But my heart still tells me that love is never really over That love will someday guide me back to it or forward to a new start I’m no longer truly in control, hell, was I really ever? This is a thought for another day A day when my love comes back A day when I can say that I can truly love again Right now being stuck in Limbo is a terrible in between I have to hope that one day a hand will reach down from the heavens and pull me up I dream that this hand is familiar but the future is uncertain The stars aligning would be a miracle but nights are cloudy now; ever since my love was gone. © 2020 beccaAuthor's Note
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