“The Handsome man”
We talk at midnight but conversation bleeds into the early morning
Kindred spirits who connected over similar pains
Like-minded souls born in the same month
Who shared the same lust for life
Your older but I don’t mind
Your upfront honesty blended in with your witty humor mirrors mines
I, the fool, was mesmerized
By your words that felt like parlor tricks
I enjoyed your words they linger in my mind like a mouse trapped in a big grey tin bucket
I was unknowingly submerged in you
Your words lingered and painted fantasies of a future between you and me
My mind became flooded by possibility’s
The fool in me
Now, here I lay, angered mores at myself than anyone
The waves carried me into you again
For hours, for days now, for what feels like months you left me starving
Deserted on an island with only those words you once spoke
Like a faucet, your words would pour from your mouth onto me
How your words once poured over me
I was drowning in your brilliance
Your words had me drowning in your brilliance
You had bathed me in your charm
I remember bathing in your charm
I keep looking at my phone
Hoping that you’ll text me
Am I just not that important
Doubt washes over me
I wasn’t, I’m not in love with you, but I was in love with this view
I am weighed down by my own insecurities
The view I had made of you
The view of you from the bottom of the sea is breathtaking
I get it now, my problem is simple
I put you on this pedestal, this throne
I couldn’t call you my idol, but I idolized the view
You mirrored the future, I pray I get living in your own sin-soaked skin, peacefully
I am drowning in your spite and sin
Made my heart into your crown
Divided my soul into your court
I swam into your swamp
I willingly allowed you the beast to devour me
Why didn’t you devour me?
I prayed on both knees that you’ll see in me a future
I prayed you’d shower me in you before you end me
Send me to your maker, because I swear you’re made differently
Most guys that I come by, I normally can read instantly like I can hear their id and depict their ego
But you
Your eyes are empty
Cold and empty
Your words now feel shallow
The warmth is gone, there just cold and shallow
Like hallowed out pumpkins on Halloween, your eyes let me see through you
You’re an aquarium with no creatures in it, with no decorations
Your empty and I saw it
Your empty and I wanted to fill you
How stupid of me to break my heart into two and try to give a piece to you
Not understanding that an empty man can never be filled by just one person
Your beautiful but you are empty
Your empty
Poetry
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A lengthy poem with one of the best lessons to be learnt. The centered structure of the poem adds to the highness element given to the significant other by the narrator. I actually enjoyed your minimal use of end-punctuation. Nicely done!