Tales of Bygone Lovers

Enough

PART 1

It is safer not to speak

For then there's less chance I'll start to weep

All expectations you did excel

Then dropped a detrimental bombshell

While our arms were interlocked

It's so startlingly shock

Going to nought from so, so intimate

Immediately we came to the end of the dance

Walked away without a backwards glance

Despairing – knowing for certain

We've suddenly come to the closing curtain

The future's now an afterthought

My body shaking with the effort

To stifle the mounting screams

The pressure's building like trapped steam

My throat is being wrenched to shreds

Tearing apart the pointless words I said

My mind ringing shrilly at sharp pitches

My stomach constricting into stitches

You confirmed every one of my fears

My heart drowning in unshed tears

While inside I'm crying blood

My heart has emptied gallons more than yours ever could

And the heat

Oh, how relentlessly it does beat

The boiling rage within

Burning, bright against my skin

Scorch away, evaporate the pain

All my efforts were in vain

The second and final chance is slain

By nobody but yourself, by nobody but you

How could you sacrifice the devotions we went through?

Not so dazzling anymore

Rather dimmed and sorrowfully sore

Pain can't be liquified

Or eradicated like insects with a pesticide

Oh, how I hate

This waiting game where I anticipate

The end

Drawing ever nearer

The right thing becoming clearer and clearer

The numbness being pierced with needles of nerves

It should be enough, my oeuvre

Eventually I'll find the one I deserve

You were and would have been

As perfect as anyone can and could have been

But that all went to bollocks

Because of that one unticked box

The last and most important

What a waste of months

What a waste of words

What a waste of poetry

What a waste