One More Time.

A poem dedicated a very important and special person in my life.

I still remember how naive I was two years ago. 

You had me twirled around your finger. 

And you played games, and you lied,

it was too easy to hide. 

Oh but wait, maybe I was wrong. 

Maybe I was the one at fault. 

Maybe I never came around 

Like you were speaking to a wall. 

Or maybe when I knew the truth, 

and there was no where left to hide. 

You would start looking left, and right.

You couldn't lie straight to my eyes. 

When I was hurt I'd start to cry,

my tears were ashes to my eyes. 

The lies you sold, they burned my mind.

But I forgave you everytime.

Then time went by, I'm not surprised, 

you are now distant from my life. 

You'd mess around with other hearts 

while my soul rotted up inside. 

But once again some time goes by, 

and now the game was at a tie. 

You did your thing, and I did mine. 

We don't bump heads, nor do we speak

until a little late that week. 

This time around a winter night. 

My visions blurry in the light. 

It's pretty cold, it's getting dark. 

I find my way out of this park. 

We cross the street to a strange sight

I guess we got caught by surprise. 

You say "hello", I say "goodbye", 

theres too much pain I feel inside. 

A year goes by we talk sometimes,

I'm still a little hurt, but fine. 

We start new lives, we've cleared our minds

Even built a new friendship, but it died. 

More time went by, we talk again 

realizing we'll always stay friends. 

But as we speak, and close we grow,

there grow some questions in my mind. 

I've sobered up, you ditched your lies 

or so I thought, I guess you lied. 

I care for you, In love with you

But all is bottled up inside. 

Two years go by, you're far away

and now I'm crying everyday. 

A month has passed, you're back in sight.

I've missed you so, words can't describe. 

Again we talk and say goodbye.

Then go on living our own lives. 

Few weeks slide by, I recognize

those feelings that were hid inside. 

More time goes by we talk sometimes 

and then you catch me by surprise. 

My eyes go wide, my thoughts collide, 

I don't know how I feel inside. 

You are in love, Im happy, sure. 

But now I'm feeling sick and torn, 

I can't talk to you anymore. 

It took a while, but now I know

everything that I've missed before. 

My mind is blank, my thoughts have died

I'm laying down with weary eyes. 

I realize those feelings didn't die, 

then come to life. 

They simply never left my side. 

We talk again, before I cry

I tell you how I feel inside. 

We talk a while, then we decide

that we should try it one more time. 

So now I lie, with hopes this time. 

Inhaling death, exhaling life. 

-k.y

Author's Note

Im sorry if it's a bit long. And has a continuous sort of rythm to it. Tell me what you all think. Yes this all has to do with real experience and this poem is a non-fiction kind of poem.

Reviews

[Leona Cieri]

Overall I enjoyed reading this and the little journey it took, but sometimes, specifically the beginning, it was difficult to understand. However, by the end of it the concept cleared. The rhymes were good and created a rhythm that wasn't singsongy - nice. It's quite the hopeful poem, always forgiving and trying again, and I liked that story, though it sounds a distressing one.
Poignant and plainly beautiful. It makes the reader, or at least for me, hope that it works out in the end, yet not at the same time, that they'll find happiness elsewhere. Nice job~

[karina y]

Thank You, very much. Glad you liked it.