I wrote you letters every day
After your devastating departure
I had so many things to say
While you were off being their Marcher
The passion you alighted
Set my soul ablaze
Tender kindling was ignited
By which, I was overwhelmingly delighted
But my feelings went, yet again, unrequited
I was far too silly and short-sighted
Left stupefied, stunned and blighted
I wrote you letters every day
Not to mention poetry
Which isn't a meaningless fucking past time
It's a part of me
A part that lives
A part that burns
To try to put this raging hurt into words -
Useless, volatile, absurd -
A part you shall never spurn
To the flames of truth, I unwillingly yield
Your indifferent side has been revealed
I wrote you letters every day
But would you have ever read them?
Or would they have just been a nuisance
Filled with trivia and translucence?
You left me in impuissance
Like an unwanted piece of phlegm
Cast into the fire, obsolete
This dry, dehydrating heat
Boiling my tears
Evaporating off my cheeks
But for all his anger, my fears
Can never be scorched away
No room to breathe in such disarray
The consuming smoke is suffocating
But even that eventually dispelled
To nothing but a faint, perturbing smell
All lingering sparks for you, I quell
Left by your underwhelming bombshell
That exploded, now in desolation I dwell
My heart has been burnt out
To a brittle, smoking crisp
Collapsing, imploding, disintegrating
Presents nought but searing cinders
Memories nought but smouldering embers
And my love -
That battles, churns and thrashes -
Is nothing
Nought but ashes
But you are no longer my concern
I wrote you letters every day
Now they can go to hell
And burn
BINABASA MO ANG
Tales of Bygone Lovers
PoetryThis is the collection of poems and song lyrics I wrote during and after my first three relationships and one of my crushes. Although some of them will be soppy, all of them were written to help me express my feelings at the time. One of the only go...