Please don’t take this personally or thoroughly to heart,
But
I hate you.
And I would rather not play the blame game
or point fingers at who tore whom apart.
I just miss you an irritating amount
that I’m sure will be alleviated as time inflates.
I constantly make these illogical attempts
to locate you in my memory and press erase,
But every time I try,
a new connection is formed and takes its place,
Resurfacing your face,
An obnoxious amount that leaves me in my present state.
I entertain the thought that maybe I’m doomed,
and you were the one that got away.
But I also acknowledge that billions of people
are on the planet,
and someone out there could be just as great.
Part of me doesn’t want to invest the time
because I was satisfied with how we played.
So maybe in the end,
we were meant to be delayed.
But you tell me.
I lost touch with who you are.
I wasn’t totally as honest as I could have been
or as I was in the start.
I mean…
You weren’t either,
But it’s nothing we can’t restart
Because at this point,
I may be willing to forgive any hurt in my heart.
I search and wait,
hopefully for a subtle sign
or a light bulb of some sort
that could tell me we would be just fine.
I guess I’m being silly.
I must be completely out of my mind
because realistically speaking,
I can’t count how many times
I’ve attempted to reconnect for the sake of our minds,
or maybe
just mine.
I can take the hint,
But I struggle to solve the rhyme
because no one told me
when you fell in love,
you would be eventually forced to climb.
Poetry 