an ode to my past self

'you really just had to be happy, you know?'

how have you been?

you must've been aghast

hurt at the most

people you kept close to your heart

ended up piercing a bullet through it ever so viciously

no, nobody looked back

nobody gave you the 'sorry' you needed

yes, you couldn't talk to them

honestly, to hell with them

you're prying at yourself in the mirror

stealing glances there and there

wondering maybe you looked good right there?

you fix your hair, put on a smile

why did u never fix yourself, dear?

never redeemed your beautiful smile

or those emotions behind the once soulful eyes...

you unlearned all you had you learned than

you forgot all your memories of those two years

erased them like you were never thirteen or fourteen

this, you chose to forget, love

everything about her, you chose to forget

so, this is an ode to you,

a hymn for you

written in your very own tears...

please, stop crying yourself to sleep

the night will be short, winter will come round again

the sun will rise again... yet again

Reviews

[berenongur]

I needed this. I really did... and I know others needed this too. It is the most beautiful art to express everyone's common pain in the most beautiful way possible.
My eyes filled with tears.

In the first two parts, I felt like I was talking to a friend, I felt that support, someone holding my hand, someone on whose shoulder I could cry, and these are definitely lines that everyone should hear from time to time.

In the other part, I remembered that person deep inside me who still wanted to feel good and believed that she could feel good. This time, there was a hand that lifted her up. And in the most beautiful and supportive way.

"you unlearned all you had you learned than
you forgot all your memories of those two years
erased them like you were never thirteen or fourteen

this, you chose to forget, love
everything about her, you chose to forget"

I am aware that this part is a personified part for you, but it still had this meaning for me; since sometimes all of us are no longer with the people in the best moments of our lives, we erase a part of our lives along with those people, we prefer to forget. when we delete their photos, we actually delete a memory of ourselves. touchy.

and the last part
the sun will rise again and we will be fine, we will love again there will always be hope. in every period of our lives we will meet people who will love us and whom we will love.

thank you for sharing this hopeful poem that I will definitely read whenever I feel down. keep writing. take care.

[Mk.t.g]

oh my god, i am actually so overwhelmed... thanku for giving such a great review on this, really loved your words and everything about this is so perfect, thanku for such genuine apprecaition!!

[berenongur]

have the best day!!! you deserve it!

[Mk.t.g]

thanku so muchhhh!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to do. But we must my friend.
"so, this is an ode to you,
a hymn for you
written in your very own tears...
please, stop crying yourself to sleep
the night will be short, winter will come round again
the sun will rise again... yet again"
The above lines. We shall learn. Hard days will make the good days better. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Mk.t.g]

thanku for reading, coyote.. i was waiting for your review and read for a long time, thanku for coming here

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work always and you are welcome my friend.

[Mk.t.g]

thanku so much!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Mk.... Winter is for feathered friends...
they keep their self ready for any Weather.
They are like Robots; however you must accept
the fact that we must be sheltered. gently, Pat

[Mk.t.g]

great words.... thanku for the read, Pat!