Maryamie: Poetry

The way he said goodbye…

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 18:23:38 GMT

The first one broke my heart when he said goodbye. Lied to me while looking me in the eyes. He said he wanted to study and focus on school. When I found him with another, I felt like a fool.

The second one left me crying, standing alone in the parking lot. He said my problem was that I could never be satisfied.

The third one lied to me from the start; said that he loved me when he was never mine.

The fourth one played games all along. He toyed with my heart like a child. Once he was bored, he threw it away and walked.

By the time I got to him, I had learned my lesson well. I closed my heart while I opened my mouth. I said goodbye before he had a chance to touch my heart. But I didn’t know he was my lucky number five. I should have known from the way he said goodbye. I should have known from the tears in his eyes. He came back again and again until I believed he was mine. And since then we've never said goodbye.

Funeral

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 05:59:26 GMT

Tomorrow I will bury all my memories of you, all your broken promises and all our pictures. I will laugh out loud in the funeral, laughing at myself for believing in the term, best friends forever.

I am not quite sure when it happened; I just know I am tired of pretending; I know our friendship has died.

So, forever ends tonight. No more calls to ask how you been, no more girls night out, no more shared secrets, no more hugs.

I will laugh tomorrow but tonight, I will mourn the death of our friendship alone. Tonight, I will drawn my sorrow in red wine and sad songs. I will finally admit to myself that we have drifted apart. Good bye my friend and so long.

Moody Lover

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 22:38:54 GMT

Months have passed by since the first time I met you.

Seasons have changed, letting me see you in your Spring, Summer and Fall.

And now we are both awaiting the Winter of our time.

I have watched your eyes change colors as the seasons have gone by.

I have seen them come to life with the green of the Spring,

and I have seen them shinning bright in the passionate, hot Summer nights.

And I danced slowly to the sad music of your hazel eyes, as the Fall came upon us.

But now my darling, the Winter is almost here and your looks are turning cold, your eyes sharp as ice.

Will the Spring ever come back, after this Winter has passed us by?

Write me an answer somewhere deep in your eyes.

Letting go

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 07:29:50 GMT

January 6th is the anniversary of my father's death. It has been 11 years and I still miss him today. His death left an empty place in my heart that can never be filled. I wrote this poem in the last days of his life. I dedicate it to those of you who have lost a loved one.

Though I feel I must beg you to stay,

you will not hear me utter a word.

I stand and watch in silence,

as you solemnly break this cord.

I feel like I have watched you leave,

a hundred thousand times before,

every morning you said goodbye,

as you walked briskly out the door.

There doesn’t seem to be a need,

to ask to whom I’ve lost you to,

and to cry and question why,

would be a childish thing to do.

I will give up life and limb,

for another day with you.

But I know we’ve reached the end,

there is nothing left to do.

Though it pains me to the core,

I am prepared to let you go.

We’ve practiced these lines before,

and this my darling is no different show.

Babajoon: 1921--1995