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  May 2014 Juan Cahue
MaryJane Doe
I miss you
But someday soon
My aim will improve
Juan Cahue May 2014
We're from a city where we hear sirens when we're in bed sleeping. Where some go to sleep happy while others go to sleep weeping. Home to the nicest people, and the worst criminals. Where we get messages, both clear and subliminal. The city of wind even on a warm summer day. Where it randomly rains or it snows, but after all it's okay. The town where people leave and promise to return. Where roads lead to success and everything we have is earned. A place so beautiful we wouldn't trade it for the world. A location of joy, for all boys and girls. The home of the Bulls, Cubs, Sox, Bears and Hawks. The city where no one crosses at lights, they just jaywalk. Where we hop on our bikes and ride to lake shore. And as the time passes, we wish we had more. Where we've made memories and friends for a lifetime. Where we can go back and trace every event on our timeline. Where we feel free as a bird often, and then trapped as if we were in a dome. A city named Chicago is what we call home.
Chicago, where else?
Juan Cahue May 2014
Pardon the insecurities. It's just they're nothing new to me. But I trust you so I know there's nothing bad you would do to me. Baby there's no one see, with who I'd rather be. So when I say I love you never doubt the sincerity. You mean the world to me, I mean that honestly. Because to tell the truth you're the only one able to sweep me off my feet. You can take everything, but it's a little bit. The most valuable belonging you can have is my heart, and for you it beats.
I just really like the rhyme scheme in this one.
Juan Cahue May 2014
As I lay here my mind begins to wander, but the only thing on my mind is you. As my brain feels like a hurricane picking up everything in its path, you're the only thing that manages to escape this whirlpool. It's as if every day that passes, this cloud that I've been riding on since day one just gets bigger. And the more I float on, in love, the more I understand, the less I feel like a beginner. It's a change, it's like nothing I've felt before, it's never been this strong. Usually it takes forever, it takes ages, but this time, it hasn't taken long. I still ask, "What have you done to me? How did I fall so fast?" And then I realize, you and everyone of your characteristics are what make me want to make this last... An eternity.
Happiness has been around as of late. Let's see how long it lasts?
Juan Cahue May 2014
I'm starting to believe that I'll never know what it's like to hold you in my arms again. The way I used to when I had the fortune and opportunity.

I'm beginning to understand that time doesn't pass in vain and that every second that goes by erases more of what remains, along with a little part of me.

It's been ages since we've seen each other face to face, yet I know I've never seen your beauty on another canvas. You're unique, nothing even comes close.

And here I am, years later, caught up. Reminiscing, writing down my thoughts in some stanzas. Pulling words from my mind like the petals on a rose.

Trying not to surrender, avoiding admitting defeat, even though I know it's you I lost. The worst part is it wasn't even a battle to begin with.

But maybe there is hope. Maybe there's enough spark left in us to rekindle the fire, and melt away all the frost that has formed on our relationship, and turned what he had into an ancient myth.

Who knows? I do not. You do not. Do we even dare discover if one of us holds the courage to backtrack and retrace our steps? Or do we continue with our lives, always wondering what could have been?

The idea sickens me. The thought of moving forward and letting you escape my grasp without the slightest of closure. It's like you never left. For old time's sake, let's turn back the clock. Let's enjoy our company and make it as beautiful as the end scene to your favorite movie, and go back to where it all begins.
This poem is from November of 2013. Writing about a past relationship that was never really established that always left me wondering what could've been but never once regretting any of the times that we spent together. Feedback is more than welcome. Enjoy.

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