I write this poem when I was 16 after an extrememly rocky break-up with my first love. |
I will never love again No one can replace him I need him Every ounce of my being is torn My heart now so distorted it retreats to hiding Wrapped and tucked away, Hidden behind ivory bars How could I possibly move past him? Those haunting brown eyes, The picturesque physique The hair, like blackened chocolate, Dark as the cloud looming over my head His breath, my breath, our air Swirling about so seductively Sliding past my lips, filling my lungs, Meandering through my chest and enticing my body I was lured into this daze And vulnerable and foolish I fell The hollow beat of desire controlling my body, Conniving a pattern in which my steps were to move Faster and faster these beats became More intricate and complex Forcing me along until a second path was in sight My body collided with another Entangling us instantly into this quick-step of despair Faster and faster and faster were the beats Each of us barely landing one step before being thrown into another Grasping his hand I tried to keep up Spinning so fast I couldn't even see clearly Turning into one giant force of gravity pulling us apart This terminal spin, this deadly vortex, this omnipotent cyclone And abruptly it stopped- But my body was still moving Still stuck in the entrails of the spin Given no time to slow down before I was flung into the impassive floor of despair And hard my body fell Really hard So hard that never again do I want to feel that pain Even the memory devours bits and pieces of my heart Endlessly wounding it, disappearing, then attacking again at random Coming not to fulfill a hunger, not to ensure its survival, but for the sheer pleasure of harming an innocent organ, For the thrill of torture Leaving my heart so scarred that nothing could get through the frigid walls and ignite even a single beat Not even a fraction of a beat Not even the thought of a beat So never again, Never again will I love. |