Life in Rewind

Why do I dream fondly of the miseries I've fled?

The old and rotten sorrow tastes so sweet inside my head.

 

Am I masochistic? Or just a touch insane?

Shouldn't I be happy living picket-fence mundane?

 

What compels this madness? What drives me to court tears?

Is my lifestyle so sedate now that I seek my thrill in fears?

 

Or maybe I'm just lonely. Social severance syndrome.

So Doc, what's the cure-all? Should I pack my bags for Rome?

 

No, it's easier than that, it seems. My curse is not so grand.

Just pen a heart-shaped letter, and deliver it by hand.

 

So here I stand before your door, the memories reborn,

Your hands around my heart and note, the edges frayed and torn.

I know I said I hated you, and maybe I still do,

But love and hate can coexist, so maybe we can too?

Reviews

[Susannah Rae]

God i love love love this. I especially enjoyed the first couple of lines, they're so hauntingly familiar. I'm a self sabotager to put it in the nicest terms so the way you opened the piece really drew me in and made it personal for me from the gate. Another thing i thought was fascinating was at the end of the piece; you introduced the idea of duality, and tolerance. Overall this is such a thought-provoking piece, i believe i will be finding new depths to connect it to in the coming reads. Thank you so very much for sharing!

[Matt Sayer]

And thank you so much for reading and examining so thoroughly, Susannah! I always love when people can relate to my writing :)

[Anna Blackburn]

Wow, such emotion erupting from within such a poem. I continue to enjoy the pieces you write. I look forward to the next.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you very much Anna! :)

[Michelle N. H.]

Better to move on and let yourself heal than to go back to something which more than likely would shatter the heart again. Sometimes the most difficult decision merely is the best. It's always hard letting go when there's no place else to head towards, but there will be once you've managed to liberate yourself from the past. As the wonderful Vidya says though, there's no handbook when it comes to love or life in general. Love the write, Matt. Well done! :)

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you so much Michelle! I agree; returning to past tragedies only breeds a cycle of disappointment. Onward and upward! :)

[LovingJoy]

Love is a strange place to dwell in... Nice the way you express these ideas.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you very much :)

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Master of the short verse!! hail matt! Great man, I really enjoyed this!

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks Shane! :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I love this - cleverly drawn picture - and the line "social severance syndrome" how I wish I thought that one up.

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks KL! I was rather happy with that line :)

[bobc]

MS...you're not insane or weird...perhaps a touch masochistic. For sure, sometimes misery is 'sweet sorrow' (to borrow from the Bard) for a poet and such great inspiration. Healing, on the other hand, can seem so mundane and monotonous. For some reason, this piece made me smile as I recalled my own experience. Thanx...bobc

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks Bob! I'm glad my musings could bring a smile of pleasant remembrance to your face :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are such a master of the written word.Love and hate as they say are both sides of the coin.Maybe we are gluttons for punishment.In affairs of the heart there is no handbook that tells us what our next move is.I live your poems:)

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you so much Vidya! You are far too generous with your praise, but it warms my heart nonetheless :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ah I see matt ,you are way too modest.You are welcome:)