A bullet, a bomb, a boy
You were a brief irrationality.
Nothing more than a cheap
and poorly thought-out romance.
I was the gullible one
treading unsafe waters
while the tides were controlled
by a deceitful man.
It was a Saturday.
You left me alone
in a dark and dingy place.
That is when I realized
I am simply not beautiful enough
to be loved by someone
with such an ugly heart.
I have never been more masochistic
for a man.
Begging like a little girl with a handful of plucked petals
to be loved.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves to pretend that we share a romance
and as quickly as I fall for him
he pulls the ground from under me
and I remain suspended in the air
with no one to catch me.
This freefall is endless.
You and I are hopeless.
You should have let the wind take you with it,
relocate to some foreign place
and visit me occasionally
on humid summer days
when I need you most.
Sneak up on me
mid-winter as I brave through the cold,
be the breeze that knocks the warmth
out of me.
Just please
show me that you're here,
that you cared.
We were foolish to think
we could unfold ourselves
like newborn caterpillars.
We were not destined for metamorphosis.
I was too much
because I believe the only thing that can save us
is love.
And you sat in your coward corner
materializing your cynicism,
pretending that the world is too cold
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poem by Vanessa Grixti
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