I try to find something familiar in the stranger staring back at me. I don’t recognize him. I don’t think he ever cared. Event though he made me believe he did. I don’t think he ever loved me. He loved the reflection of the man he saw in my eyes. Loving only the way I loved him. I made him my sun, I made him the stars in my darkness. I gave him my heart. Looking back now. I don’t think I loved him either. I loved having a man on my side, to please, to cater to. He was so broken and I had someone to fix. I can finally move on knowing there is nothing left worth pursuing, because we never really loved.
How could you say these lies When you know I anticipate these times with you. To watch you walk away Your warmth instantly leaving my hands. How could you say these lies Knowing that your not coming back. My hands with nothing left to grab. Watching you walk away. Those jeans The way you sway. My hands ache with nothing left to grab on to. The warmth hidden behind those jeans. How could you say these lies Knowing that I am waiting. Anticipating this time spent with you. The way my hands grip you. Each moment slipping through my fingers. Not knowing you didn't plan on coming back. Your sway imprinted on my hands. This walk a reminder of how I waited. Anticipating this time spent with you. How could you say these lies. My hands filled with brown skin. Squeezed tight Cuffed beneath the bottom of your jeans. Finally realizing you never planned on coming back. Your sway Those jeans. Your warmth forever leaving my hands. & here I am Still anticipating this time, Spent with you
Maybe one day when the days are fine, Maybe some years after nine. Maybe then we come across each other or maybe we won't. Maybe we ignore or maybe we won't, Maybe we smile or maybe we won't. Maybe we crave for that one hug or maybe we won't. Maybe then you notice the love in my eyes or maybe you won't, Maybe you can hear the poem my eyes recite or maybe you won't. Maybe you still pull my cheeks or maybe you won't. Maybe you still laugh on my jokes or maybe you won't. Maybe we exchange contacts or maybe we won't. Maybe then you leave saying goodbye once again or maybe you won't. Maybe you call me later or maybe you won't Maybe i say hello and you reply or maybe you won't. Maybe we start once again or maybe we won't. Maybe we fall in love once again or maybe we won't. Maybe you too wish the same to happen or maybe you won't. Maybe you too miss me or maybe you won't. Maybe you too write the same or maybe you won't.
Resting, resting in puddle The grains relaxed splayed across one another The sand is peaceful It is undesturbed The worlds chaos passing it by Watching the world as through a glass its where it belongs No pretenses - no emotion Just stillness as the sand melts content in a puddle as not a participant but an observer Life passes by