WEARY

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Entering the school with ton of books clasped by both hands
Loathed by many but I'm making myself busy by doing load of errands
Every step I made in the hallway, gossips are becoming rampant
I'm good at pretending; walking emotionless just to hide my inner angst

These are the usual scenarios happening in my life
I'll enter the campus bothered that someone will slap me anytime
I did not do anything wrong neither a crime
It's just that they don't like me because they see me as a grime

I am bullied since I transferred here
No one likes me to be accompanied—I got no peer
I'm sitting on the bench, reading silently
Suddenly a shadow appeared; someone sat beside me

I was caught off guard when he noticed me looking at him
His brows raised, I thought he'll get angry but he gave me a beam
We're both looking straight to each other's eyes
No one attempted to talk nor blink until we heard someone sighs

That's the time that our friendship started
Months have passed, our routine was seeing each other on the bench where we shared
There's a lot of common things happening between us
We love books, music, and playing hair until it get muss

One day, it felt something unusual
We're sitting silently, out nowhere he said and asked, "I love you, are we feeling mutual?"
I got no words but my tears were falling nonstop
Through happiness I nodded, he hugged me tight and let the music played on his laptop

It's been a long time since we became a couple
I felt so secure because he served as my armour
No one's bothering me, they were threatened by his gesture
Thank you for protecting me my love, you lessen the chaotic pressure

Years have passed which were built by a concrete memories
We received our diploma, he gave me some accessories
All these years, college became a blast
I knew within myself that I want him to be my first and last

He said that he was captivated the first time he saw me smile while I was reading a book
It's not his intention to sat beside me, it's destiny who made a move
He loves to do things for me like getting my hair fixed by putting it behind my ear
And observe my face peacefully, how I miss those days when I didn't feel any fear

I'm standing beside the window of our room
Reminiscing those days, those time that I'm not alone
After we married, we live happily in this home
A week pass by, he was looking so exhausted while making a poem

I found out that he was hiding an incurable malady
I asked him to fight but he said that he's too weary
It hurts seeing him as he was closing his eyes while holding a letter which is written
I cried loudly but I'll be okay 'coz I know, he left but his memories didn't.

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