I know this isn’t how you imagined your story to be
It wasn’t supposed to look like this
Not four months before 18
I was supposed to do whatever it costed for you
Take your child-like spirit and make sure I never lost it for you
Keep my pinkies promised and heart crossed for you
So I’m sorry.
Some dreams I haven’t learned how to make true
Some I left to preserve me, but forgot it sacrificed you.
If you still believe the best things come in twos
We could talk again with nothing to lose.
I’ll spark wild, electric fire, you’ll be my fuse
Harnessing this world to create like we used to
Transforming into our own secret Muse.
But if you say “the seconds are gone”
That “the timing’s too late, I’m afraid”
Those flames may be quenched, but I won’t be filled with hate
Cause I did this
To you
To me
To us
And I sealed our fate.
Poetry
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The rhyme scheme is so effective in this piece! It really emphasizes the tone. The imagery is so prominent, and descriptive… I especially love “I’ll spark wild, electric fire, you’ll be my fuse”. The duality of the narrator makes this poem especially unique, and the way that it ends with its shortened lines ties it together so nicely. Wonderful writing!