I know one fine day
I would need to wake up
And let all this go.

But for now,
And these few months,
Maybe these few years...

Let me preserve these feelings,
the hurt
the sorrow.

The good,
The warmth,
The love ( if I may call it. )

In case,
Just in case
You turn back.

Yes, what is true love
The lust of our teenage years mistaken for love
Your firstborn child born out of love
But so often born out of lust
The love of a puppy
Unwanted present but how can you resist it?
The love of writing but then you all know about that

But true love is the couple married for fifty years
No longer ******* tongues in an open mouthed kiss
But still happy to kiss a cheek and hold hands in public
Those who can sit and talk about the good times and the bad
Those are the people who truly understand the meaning of love

You find me
Lost souls drifting
I recognise your pain

I do not ask for you

You just come

I can not fix you
But I will listen

I will set you free
When you are healed

To carry on

Without me*

(C) Pixievic 2016

Your head was on my shoulder
as we spoke about our dreams
to marry when we grew older
as a part of our schemes.

We would laugh and we would smile.
We were the happiest couple for a while.

Were we in love? No doubt.
But we were young and alive.
Our love was like a sprout
that could barely survive.

We wouldn't see the truth, the reality.
We were a couple, weren't we?

But when I left in 7th grade
I left a lot of things behind.
And sorry I was too afraid.
I caged words inside my mind

We parted on the beach. A final goodbye.
We no longer existed. We became you and I.

A young love, a first love.
It felt so true or sort of.
I felt safe, I felt secure.
You and I were too Immature.

And after many years I still wonder why?
you and I accepted that painful goodbye.