Tacenda ➵ poems

second choice

I hurt. I hurt inside.
I hurt outside, I hurt in mind.
You're all I’ve ever wanted,
Yet I'm not in mind.
All I could think of,
But still lost in sight.
You rest on me when you're out of light,
Go to me when you’ve lost your fight.
And always I accept the flight,
For I want nothing more than your smile that's bright.
I’ve done everything in my might,
Gave you everything with delight.
“Why?” You ask outright.
Because I want you to be alright.
But I didn't know the catch that bite,
The bite which always bleed like a dynamite.
“She’s back” you stood upright,
And just like that I'm all alone in the night.
You're gone and I can't sit tight,
Leaning on grief all through the night.
I should've held on to you tight,
If I knew letting you go would be this contrite.
I love you more than anything I could write,
My poems are not enough to shed what it's like.
No matter what I do you'll always come back to her light,
And I'll be watching over like a satellite.
Forever envious of how you look at her like she's daylight.