Death is so much easier than love
and the only real way
to be set free
But my dear killer
I wish you’d looked me in the eye
as you dove the knife into my chest
I had imagined a more natural death
than to be slain by the one I love
with a cold electronic No
If only you hadn’t been so fickle
and I hadn’t been so unwavering
I would still be alive today
And though love and ghosts
can survive on wishful thinking
I’m afraid I could not
My heart looked like a mosaic when it broke
The fracturing and fissures my only source of light
Like any romance between a candle and a drop of rain
we made love as only fire and water can
But you will never be any greater
than the sum of your missed opportunities
until you stop missing them
And as for me?
My only mistake
was believing you when you said
you would never hurt me again
My only mistake
was loving you more
than you love yourself
With you I have felt the loneliest
With you I have felt the most alive
And so the refrain goes
Why did I have to be the lesson
that you refused to learn?
"But you will never be any greater
ReplyDeletethan the sum of your missed opportunities
until you stop missing them" - amazing line, amazing poem! You've done it again, Tiff. Good job! :)
It's a cold and windy Sunday wispy clouds in an ice-blue sky the sun is shining its warm on the side of the barn out of the wind and i'm thinking of your poem while pitching hay to the horses... wondering if i could have been the lesson that you refused to learn... once upon a different time.
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