Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll love me back and
he will be mine.
Fingers at ready
on my old bookshelf,
waiting for the right
words to appear.
Waiting forever,
dust has now settled.
Maybe I should just
write my own tale.
It is not easy
when you’ve been lonely.
It is not simple
when there’s a loss.
Imprint on my ring
finger is still there.
I rub it often
so it will fade.
It has been too long
and I must move on.
This new passion is
warm to the touch.
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll walk away and
I will stay true.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll love me back and
he will be mine.
Fingers at ready
on my old bookshelf,
waiting for the right
words to appear.
Waiting forever,
dust has now settled.
Maybe I should just
write my own tale.
It is not easy
when you’ve been lonely.
It is not simple
when there’s a loss.
Imprint on my ring
finger is still there.
I rub it often
so it will fade.
It has been too long
and I must move on.
This new passion is
warm to the touch.
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll walk away and
I will stay true.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
