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I could never fully belong to any one person
i was made
painfully aware of myself
painfully apologetic
painfully
i try.
 Jun 2016 Bella Anima
Tark Wain
Maybe I don't have a One

This isn't meant to be depressing
although I agree it may come off that way
I just want to be realistic

Maybe I don't have a One

People die for no reason all the time
I don't mean to be somber
these are just facts
do think they had all fallen in love?
do you think their lives were fulfilled?

Maybe I don't have a One

We're force-fed fairytales
peddled parables of Princes and Princesses
love is just a product
no different than chocolate
or straight to DVD CDs of Dumb and Dumber
Not everybody has a bicycle

Maybe I don't have a One

Don't get me wrong
I'm as hopeless a romantic as the next guy
I'm sure people do find love
and a couple consists of two people
so they very well may make up the majority
but as obvious as it may sound to say
50 is not 100
some is not all
and everybody might not have a somebody

Maybe I don't have a One

This wasn't meant to be sad
I just feel like we're all fed a certain narrative
that may or may not be true
which is fine
I just don't think it's crazy
to admit that
perhaps
possibly

Maybe I don't have a One
the hands that hold me

with the tenderest of touch

are the hands that hold me tightest

and my soul they will crush
stay. till i cant stay anymore.
Just don't forget me
When the 9s come around
And hold the memories preciously
Of when what is now lost
was first found
All at once there was nothing to be held
but the threads of everything that I used to have,
unraveling between my fingertips

I know I have to let go
Cause threads, held onto too tight
They cut

And holding onto things already half unraveled
Like a cardigan
Or a stupid beanie
Doesn't
make
sense.

Cause these things,
half gone,
as much as I wish it could
A cardigan or a beanie

    can
no longer  

                       keep
                              me

              
                                           warm
You're trying your best

to re-write the stories

paint over the pictures

erase the love letters

but i wish you wouldn't.

Just draw something new

so i know you're doing okay

and write again

like i know you can

and let the tattoos

of the good and bad

remain.
I prayed
and I was given
but I told God it was not to be

I took
what was not given

He will be back to claim her from me
if He wills it, it will be
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