Mia - Hello Poetry

Mia Jun 2013

I could have passed the hours side by side with
you,
But you didn't ask.
I could have laid your head on my breast and rocked you to sleep.
But you didn't let me.
I could have listened as you talked,
But you didn't say a word.
Instead you turned your back and refused to look at me.
You shut me out and forgot your promises,
To let me be a part of you.
My heart broke as I watched you decide to be alone while I was here.
You got up and walked away.

Mia Jun 2013

The Illusionist

You tie me up in knots that are intricately woven,
lead me through the pool of tears,each step an anguished sob,
wracked from a bruised chest that is battered from pain.
Yet still I follow you to the ends of the earth, losing myself in you.
Waiting for a smile when you see it fit to really look at me,
when you notice the tired lines round my eyes from constantly watching you.
You suspend me on a string of suspense drawing me further from what I want.
I exist in an inanimate state where thoughts of you cloud all logic.
I reach for you in the dark and my fingers go right through you,
You are merely a ghost of what I need, disintegrating with each passing hour.
Am drowning my sorrows in a pool of illusions,
seeing only what I need to, feeling only what I can stand.
I lose track of what is a manipulation of my mind and what is real.
You are here with me and yet I can look right through you.
A master of deception and flattery, I am helpless to fight your charms.
I am lost in a reality full of dreams created by you.

Mia Jun 2013

Goodbye My Lover

It felt like goodbye when you held me,
Loosely like you didn't crave my warmth.
Your breath was relaxed and you went to sleep as we lay in each other's arms.
You couldn't meet my eye and I knew it was over.
I chocked back my tears hoping you wouldn't feel the sobs racking my body.
You went to sleep so am guessing you missed it.
It felt like goodbye when you watched me leave.
You made no move to hug me or ask me to stay.
The mild confusion in your eyes comforted me into thinking maybe I was wrong.
You didn't say a word though,
I heard goodbye in the silence of the air.
You didn't call and I felt you let go,
In the anticipation of a call that never came,
The sorrow of an expectant heart beating on even after its broken.
I cried and you didn't hear the screams of my shredded sanity.
I felt your goodbye in the love that smothered my hope,
When you didn't say anything.

Mia Jun 2013

TWO BECOME ONE

Passing days do not spark the pen, nor the heart.

They depress the mind and sullen the soul usually.

Thus with each minute a good phrase or sentence dies.

But two people, together can light each other, their pens.

Only two people is enough to keep a fire simmering.

And save the burning coal of words and poetry.

Standing together shall revive this, our spirituality,

our grand offering to the beauty of the universe,

so, add more and more wood, to increase that flame.

Passing hours do not lessen the pain,

Of living, breathing, walking alone.

And every second multiplies words left unsaid.

Shimmering as they beg to be penned.

Linking thoughts to ink with heartfelt strokes.

Two poets, pens joined in mental communion.

Breathe life into the passing hours.

This communion of minds is surreal,

Lending colors to the days.

Do not hurt the mind pray,

Let the words flow.

A two handed poem I did with my friend Edgar

Mia May 2013

Loving you, loving me

If I decided to make you fall in love with me, I could.

But I want you to come to me of your own free will.

I need you to want me more than life itself.

I want to wake up next to you and find that you were watching me.

I would love to walk hand in hand to my place or yours for coffee,

not because I am lonely but because you can’t imagine letting me go.

I want you to write to me when you are not with me,

a handwritten letter telling me that you can’t stop thinking about me.

I expect to be wooed and serenaded, not because I am used to it,

but because you think I deserve to be spoiled and lavished in love.

Talk to me of things you see that remind you of me, tell me your dreams of a life you only see around me.

You see, I don’t want to lure you into loving me.

I want you to captivate me with your honesty and passion,

that I may find myself learning to love you.

Mia May 2013

The past and now

He was a sweet young man that saw through me,
Saw that I was empty and lonely.
He had a loving heart and adorable soul.
He took me in when no one else would.
He was everything I needed at that time.
He knew when to hold me and not let go.
He knew the secrets of my soul.
I wish he could find me, am tired of being alone.

Mia May 2013

THE POETRY GHOST

I tried to write a poem that wouldn't remind me of you,
using memories that were not tainted with your presence,
words that were not covered in your scent,
air that was not breathed in by you.
How do I purge my poetry of you?
You are a ghost that walks with me even when I can't see you.
I don't know if you're haunting me or watching over me.
You take turns doing both.
Like how late at night I can't sleep from hurting over you.
Or how I smile like an idiot when I remember something you said.
I never know how to act around you and yet I want to present my best face,
nothing else will suffice for you.
I dress, speak and smile in hopes that you are watching.
I am irrevocably linked to you even as I try to deny your existence.
Your mark is in everything I write,
we are bound by a supernatural link that can't be severed.