You said love is a dangerous game
We should not be playing anymore
That we had become delusional
And matter of fact illusional
That was your way of breaking it off
After all you always broke things
You would break the dishes in the sink
Excusing yourself for being tired
And probably never being hired
And so it was no surprise
That you were breaking my heart there
In the middle of the night
These days am restless
And completely clueless
How can I calm down
How couldn’t you have known
That you were the love of my life
That you were my Romeo
That we were a match made in heaven
These days am eyes are soar
Soar from crying in the middle of the night
My hands are all bruised
Bruised from fighting walls that cannot answer back
Why you left my heart caged in an invisible lock
That I cannot seem to open
Because on the day you broke up with me
You ran away with the keys.
And am now wondering
If you will ever come back for me
I am still wandering
On the river bank and empty streets
Looking for your name searching for your voice
I can hear you whispering to me
I can smell you scent
But every time I reach out
You run
You run like a child in danger
You run like a Savannah fire
To protect yourself
To find shelter
But above all
To find yourself
These days the windows ask me where did you go
The doors ask why you have not set foot through them
The walls are afraid why the house is quiet
And I lie to all of them
I lie that you are coming back
I lie that you are stuck in traffic
But I know the truth
You are gone
Like a vapor in a wind
The seasons have changed
I hope you know that
Winter is here and I am freezing
My hands are numb
Just like my feet
Maybe it is the frostbite
You used to light me a fire
And wrap me under a blanket
What happened to that
These nights I just lay there like a statue
Cold and motionless
And hear the wolves howling
Sometimes I watch sad movies
The kind where both lovers die at the end
When the silence becomes so deafening
I turn on the cassette player
And I dance alone to those sad songs
And you will not know if I do these things
Because you are miles away
Living in solitude
I am sorry
About the Creator
Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet


Comments (1)
I love this poem. I think it's my most personal.