After four years, poetry has rekindled in my life. It's never that simple though. But whatever happens, I will always be grateful that this phase has inspired me to take up writing again.
They say opposites are over-rated
Desire doesn't last
That I was too whimsical
Dreaming about an iconoclast.
The ring of your voice
The spring in your step;
Lit stubs between your fingers
That I struggled to accept.
Your veil of ease
That confuses most men-
Incredible
what a person can accomplish
Fueled by
panic and cigarettes!
When you
laugh, I lose a part of me-
The part
that's dark and twisted.
When you
laugh, I can pretend-
Pretend that
it never existed
Perhaps I
can ignore you
Let these
feelings wither with time.
Or perhaps
when I see you next
Your hand
might just slip into mine.
We deserve a
better ending
I know at
least you do.
How can I be
responsible for your agony?
When I can
barely contain my own
So I
struggle through cold verses,
Pen a
fitting obituary.
To another
dismal story-
Another
frittered opportunity
Even so,
these words flow,
Weaving
memories of the past
Yet again
this heart bleeds
While logic
condones the shards.
Renegade
Renegade
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