Nightfall

I completely understand that you are no longer mine to retain.

But these fingers, once used to stroke your hair back to its place,

are now coldly holding myself from being shattered into pieces.

We were reticent. You were taciturn.

Now that we're apart you can finally speak your mind at ease, eh?

But I no longer want to know what's on your mind right now.

I want to know what you were thinking when you were with me.

You were never honest,

and I always tried to smother my thoughts.

What was your purpose of doing the same thing you did to me when we were together?

Ah, you just did it on a whim, didn't you?

Yet this foolish heart skips a beat when you do.

You know I hate eating dirt,

but somehow I don't really mind when you're the one to smear it on my face.

I am gullible when it comes to you.

You have all the idea of why your smile is intoxicating for me,

and why all of your teasing make me burn.

Nevertheless you throw it right on to my face.

Everything that involves you always hurt me.

I am lost in your maze and every turn is filled with bushes of roses.

Beautiful,

yet painful to touch.

Here we are now.

2 a.m, half sober, face to face.

And I still completely understand that you are no longer mine to retain.

But just for tonight let me pour gasoline to the fire.

So that maybe, just maybe,

you will reconsider me when you're sober.

Author's Note

sorry if it's bad

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your poem is NOT bad, it's full of passion and hurt; your words are erratically threaded to make sad, sad weeping sense. The conversation between your mental hurt and passion, your physical pain and need for love is so touching.

English might not be your first language but you know enough to touch my and other readers' heart. Brava, this poem reaches into the reader.

[maria ai]

how'd you know that English isn't my first language? hahaha anyway thanks a lot for the review :) I really appreciate it

[emmajoy]

You have a delightful way of laying words. :)