Yesterday

 

Yesterday was the day I realized that

You’ll never love me the way I love you.

The dizzying love that spun me around

Weaving me closer and tighter to you by the moment

Has ceased, and I’m left here,

A mess of beautiful, misdirected heartstrings

And ill-gotten, unrequited love.

 

Your world will never light by the rising and falling

Of my chest,

Breathing in

Breathing out.

 

You won’t see visions of pink and loveliness

Because I’ve smiled and touched your soul

Because I’ve grazed your hand with mine

Because I’ve promised you things that

Meant nothing before

But mean everything now.

 

Your heart will never fill to explode

From the fullness of the knowing

That I love you with my whole being:

The girl that I was

The woman that I am

The better woman you bring out in me. 

My past, present and future.

 

You will never be dizzy with me.

The bonds of my bleeding love have dried and

I stand lost and alone.

The tornado of hope has stopped and left me still,

The light extinguished,

And in the darkness, the shadow of life fleeting,

The possibilities have ended. 

 

You’ll never love me the way that I love you.

Yesterday,

A day that should have brought about the worst storm

That anyone had ever seen, but yet,

That beautiful day, horrifyingly beautiful day:

Not a cloud in the perfect serene blue

Not a dark streak to mar the golden sun,

That was the day that I realized as much.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Cougar's Den]

Wow. This is absolutely, stunningly beautiful. Wow. I have felt this way, and I'm glad you put it into words...

Yesterday was the day I realized that
You’ll never love me the way I love you.
The dizzying love that spun me around
Weaving me closer and tighter to you by the moment
Has ceased, and I’m left here,
A mess of beautiful, misdirected heartstrings

This is going in My Favorites right this minute...

[Charles D. Moorer]

I has been awhile since we last commnicated. hit me at [email protected]

[Starr]

Wow! You did that poet! Expressed so exquisitely. Vividly engaging scribe. Well done.

[Charles D. Moorer]

Your latest piece that you sent to me comes from is inspired from this piece?

[Charles D. Moorer]

I am stunned by the profundity of the simple realization "You'll never love me the way that I love you." What mental gymnastics or machinations must it take to come to the realization. Stay or Leave?