Afterthoughts of a Conversation with Me and Maybe Might've BeenA Poem by passion
Afterthoughts of a Conversation with Me and Maybe Might’ve Been
In conversing with me it was he who asked What I feel for him But why? when he only wants to be my Maybe, might’ve been… Miles apart with gap bridged by word selection at the intersection of mind and spirit he kept asking but didn’t really wanna hear it cause there was a possibility that he would fall for me And I for him that he would make me feel again what i did then way back when i wasn't afraid to love i wasn't betrayed by love when i was in love with love
He thinks I’m dope so he tries to keep me encouraged and filled with hope (he don’t know about my secret fantasy where we run off and elope) My mind is my art so he says I’m smart Sexy, funny, just cute as a bunny and make my own money I’m his stubbornly racist, wonderful grace that’s Eclectic, poetic, a little bit deaf if I really can’t be bothered Or He’s starting to holler
I’m just a whole big mess But to him I’m a princess…
But he won’t let me love him And he refuses to love me So when he asks if I’m ok I adamantly But apparently Not too convincingly Tell him I’m fine But inside I’m crying And the candle that burns exclusively For love, The flame is dying Burning out Last flicker And here I am wondering Why do I pick the one’s who can’t love me back? How do I manage to attract or be attracted to Those I’m destined to lose? Those I’ll never have? Or even more ridiculously, the Ones that treat me bad?!
I can’t even be mad And I’m not; Just a little sad Cause I know I could be everything to him But all he’ll ever be to me is Maybe, might’ve been… (sigh) Oh well… © 2010 passionReviews
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1 Review Added on March 8, 2009 Last Updated on March 9, 2010 Authorpassionbronx, NYAbouti haven't written in a long time but music is my first love and poetry is my second. they are also the only loves that have never broken my heart; only healed it. more..Writing
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