the last time Cupid hits an arrow
I saw some things in my head,
like the figures of you that couldn't go,
making my days burn red;
I watched you like a movie in the night,
as you breathed in your sleep,
and I woke by morning with delight,
with the gaze of your eyes wide open,
and lips were within my reach,
you had gravity to pull me in,
meeting like sand and sea at a beach;
but then, on the night we promised,
there I was left high and dry—
"was the fate so dishonest?"
a question I screamed at the sky.
I had you in this life of cruel games,
and the crowd cheering for me was you,
but when I was screaming your name,
I figured out: you were never true;
then your ghost faded out of my sight,
as the room that once was loud turns empty,
with tears I spend every midnight,
convincing self that moving on was easy;
but axe was the ache that swung to cut,
the feeling that grew as old as a veteran tree,
that the scene was awfully wrenching in the gut,
as I thought of you with her instead of me.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
