It was the same road,
But a different direction.
It was the same words,
But a different intention.
When I look back
I find myself in contention
If all that ever was
my mind’s own creation.
I used to fill my days to the brim
Never giving a moment’s pause,
Ignoring your gentle tugging;
Your antics, always trying to
steer my attention; stealing what
Limited time I have to climb that
golden ladder with no end in sight.
Don’t you understand how precious
my time is and how
the softness of your lips;
Your warm breath on my ear;
Even your delicious sweat
Are all unwelcome distractions?
But now, how odd that what I thought
I didn’t have enough of, I have in such abundance;
Now I spend days hugging unwashed sheets;
Inhaling the scent from the clothes you left behind;
Remembering the words you breathed in my ear.
What will I do now with all this time?
There’s a road you want to cross
A ride you want to take
I offer you my hand
And all the dreams I make.
I know you have a list
Of things you want to see…
I don’t have all the answers
But you can have all of me.
I ask where’d you want to be
How high you’d want to fly?
I’m not here to hold you down
Let’s give this love a try.
And if you feel at times
The end is out of sight
I’ll be here to pull you through
I won’t go without a fight
Because I see in you
Much more that what you see
Someday you’ll know it too
Just put your faith in me.
This poem was inspired by a story I recently followed on Youtube about how the Ariana Grande’s song, Thank You, Next got made. I thought that maybe good breakups are possible, and that while a relationship may not have worked out, it doesn’t necessarily make the couple regret being in it.
So, without further ado, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy!
Thank You, Next
Thank you
for showing me
how much I could love
another person.
I’m so grateful because you
stretched my patience
to breaking.
Otherwise, I would never had known that I had it
in me to go beyond myself.
Now, we’ve both grown out of our
spaces and it’s time to move on.
And while ours was not the one that
made it, I am looking forward to
loving once again.
And it’s all because of you.
So again, thank you.
Me? I’m fine. Really.
But if there’s a karma god out there
watching over broken pets,
you better know what to say.
You broke our cat.
Every day, she walks around the house in a daze.
In want of an explanation
of why she’s no longer getting those
ear rubs, the kind that makes her purr.
Of why she’s no longer seeing two pairs
of legs under the dinner table.
Of why her sleep isn’t interrupted
by your stubby face buried on her belly.
She peers into my eyes with her head slightly tilted
waiting for an answer that I don’t have.
Maybe it’s time you tell her
what happened to us.
This is a tale
of a half that wasn’t
missing
and a whole that wasn’t
searching.
Happy it was, humming
the song that was in its head.
It lived its life not
in wanting;
And its days not spent
in waiting.
But once the half
came along,
the whole found
its old song
with new combinations,
exciting variations
of which it never sounded so.
Every note was the same,
but it leapt with a vigor
From where it didn’t know.
Apart they were good,
But together they were better.
A choice was then made
to be together forever.
It is not an easy replacement
of food over love.
While desserts are a delight to my tongue
(and so has your kisses),
And soup can warm my belly
(as your hand on it can do),
food will never pay me a compliment
or stare at me deliciously.
Falling in love with food is a one-sided affair…
which is what ours has become.
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