A New Found Strength

June 15th 2009, I will miss you dearly D.M.

Your gone. You finally left.

I'm here now, I feel so bereft.

There was a time I only wept.

 

(What am I saying "There was a time"?

There is still a time. I was trying to forget the love...

         no I can't say love.)

 

Or maybe I can say love, not the kind of love you think though. A love made of total innocence.

I know whenever I mentioned the feeling or mental state of love you would chatter your teeth in fear.

You would feel a chill come over you, as if when the word left my lips all the world died of suffocation.

Although I could never blame you for being afraid.

"Love" is a frightening thing. It's so uncertain, so random, and sometimes so ... ordinary.

 

If I am to say that I love you, then I might as well keep on with my story.

 

 

There is still a time.

For I still speak of it in rhyme.

I speak of our beautiful crime.

 

(Even now if you looked past the act that I perform everyday.

You would see the sadness in my eyes, you could taste the salt from the tears I shed.

Then you would feel the sensation that my broken heart emits.

It grabs you like a airplanes most powerful turbine.

Then once it has you it cuts through your body like a rusted blade sawing through your teeth.

The smell and taste is your own nothing.

That is when your sight fails and all you can see is the woman I am screaming in agony.)

 

It's not the fact that you were taken away. It's the fact that you left without a goodbye.

I was given no closure.

No care from you.

All you said was that it was all your fault, and then not another word.

Just like the last time I saw you...

Driving into the distance... whilst I stood there in the street watching you leave my life.

 

What am I to do now?

Treated like a worthless cow.

Not even used for a swines chow.

 

New Found Strength.

New Found Strength.

New Found Strength.

 

New Found Strength!

 

You may have left without a single word. Got on the plane, lifted off like a bird.

But I'm Still Here! Even If Your Not Near!

I Will Never Fall On The Ground Again!

 

 

 

 

The depression I have is over.

I even cured it being sober.

The more heartache I go through.

The faster I start anew.

 

My heart and soul will guide me along the way.

My perserverence and drive will bring me to the bay.

I will get there so fast that I'll look like a ray.

And I will be there to my last day.

 

Look me up in the future someday.

When you see me again you'll feel so gay.

So happy,

Just remember to do it before your final lay.

 

 

Once this happens...

 

You

and

Me.

 

Will feel no regret.

 

 

All this found with a new found drive, my new found love, and...

 

My new found strength.

Author's Note

Inspiration. That one part where I mention the bay, I'm referring to San Francisco Bay Area. Hopefully this poem will be read by the person who's left.

Reviews

[Alex]

This person has the same phone number they did in June 2009. This person also makes me want to whip out a blade for the pain and trouble that was caused to two girls.

I like this, Gigi. I like it because it's obscure and honest and a sign of mournful acceptance.