I don't know how to feel this way.
We were in love, and I, delighted.
And then, you left and didn't say
why you went off to get away.
How could I have been so near-sighted?
I don't know how to feel this way.
The day was sad, and stuck on replay -
and to my shame - love, unrequited,
leaving only clouds of gray.
I don't know how to feel this way.
We were as one, strongly united.
Was I simply child's play?
Maybe you'll return someday,
Thinking you would make wrongs righted.
I wouldn't take you anyway.
Your fleeing did, to me, convey
that you were clearly unexcited,
and that you may again betray.
Maybe I'll learn to feel this way.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Comments (4)
Beautifully expressed!
This is beautifully written and so relatable. The way the emotions shift from pain to quiet strength at the end really hit home. 💕
The raw vulnerability and confusion captured here are incredibly powerful. The pivot from 'I wouldn't take you anyway' to the final, hopeful but uncertain line, 'Maybe I'll learn to feel this way,' perfectly captures the journey of healing. A beautiful and heartbreaking piece
Yes, if they left once, how can we be so sure that they wouldn't leave again. It's just so heartbreaking. Loved your poem!