They came, they loved and they left
and instead blamed me for hurting them.
Like hurricane destroys a house,
they made my life barren.
- Wesley West
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC
— The Lonely Traveler —
#poetrybywes
©️ Wesley West
What happened to the late night calls and the texts after dark?
You try to fill the void; without me?
I gave you the choice of love when all you had was the thought of taking your life.
You ought to know by now I came for more than thighs and cracks.
Being in the streets everyday might have veiled my eyes from the pain hidden inside of you.
I'll tour around this city, alone this time,
Completing the journey of my unfinished dreams.
I'm not a stranger to loneliness.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
The day my lover died,
the room painted in red.
What was once love; love-deprived.
Colorful memories broken into fragments of red.
Gun pointing at me, emotions freed
My lips; sing the song we once sang.
Nerves twitched and muscles spreed.
Silence responded after a loud bang.
You died in my heart the day you walked away.
And I've never believe in reincarnation
So don't come back saying 'I am sorry'
The day my love died; memories now imagination.
The day my lover died.
What was once love; love-deprived.
- Wesley West
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC