#azra
Someone will tell you
that she's seeing someone someday
and she's happy
and your hands will stop working.
You'll have to work hard to hold
onto whatever you're holding.
I hope it's not glass,
I hope it's not breakable.
Suddenly you'll remember
everything that you ever loved about her.
Everything that ever moved you to tears,
made your insides feel
like they were tying themselves into knots.
That she was loyal,
that she was open for you,
that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed.
That it felt easy,
like God had put the two of you
together deliberately,
like it had been the plan all along.
But for whatever reason,
you let her go
and you thought that
it was the right thing
and for a little while,
it felt like you knew exactly
what you were doing.
Except now all the parts of you
that touched her knows
that you're never going to be able
to touch her again
and that hurts.
Even your fingers are sad,
even your stomach is aching
from the loss of it all.
You're never going to get that again
and that's why your regret
looks like artwork
that would have been masterpiece
if you'd finished it.
Your regret
looks plucking flower
before it's bloomed.
So maybe you'll call her
and you'll tell her that you miss her
and she'll sound gentle on the phone
but not in love with you anymore.
She'll say
"we happened and we were important
but you let me go,
I'm sorry,
but you let me go
and that's how you'll know"
- Azra. T
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
*I was thinking about whoever ends up being with me is
going to have to contend with the fact that I’m gonna write about everything that they do,
and there’ll be poetry everywhere,
there’ll be haikus about the way they roll up their jeans in the morning,
and toothpaste sonnets on the bathroom mirror
and they’ll probably wake up with stanzas inked on their chest
and holy hell,
this person had better find me cute otherwise it’s gonna get annoying real fast being with the brown version of Taylor Swift.*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC