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[Thoughts] One Day (Second in the Sappy Poetry Series)

Okay, so much for "daily". I've got work every day but Wednesday this week (which is good, because, hey, I like money, but bad, because, hey, I like free time). So, apologies to everyone out there who enjoys chatting or roleplaying with me. (That's right, all three of you.)

I was lying in bed just now, and my thoughts were on love. Specifically, the unrequited type (with which I am presently quite well acquainted). Before I knew it, this little piece was composing itself in my head, and I had to get it out onto paper into text. Sorry for assaulting you innocent bystanders with it.

One Day

One day I will free myself from this love.

One day I will take my heart back
 from a woman who would never give me hers.
She sees me as a child,
 as a friend,
 as nothing more,
 and one day that thought will be painless.

One day I will accept that she doesn't love me,
 and one day after that I won't mind it a bit.

One day I will see her on the street
 and my heart will not speed up,
  my cheeks will not turn red,
  I will not stumble or slip;
 I will simply smile and greet her
 and go on.

One day I will no longer love her.
My brain knows this for a fact.
But my heart
 still hurts
 and still
 hopes.

(Aaugh, this one's even worse than the last. Is it possible to get worse at something with practice? Because I sure seem to be managing it.)
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