First, long ago, my love...
Never Returned.
Now, your trust, unexpected.
Unrequited.
How do you remember me
That wide-eyed naive
Rookie romantic?
Hopefully hopeless,
Helplessly helpful.
Constantly seeking consistency.
And how do you see me now...
Outspoken introverted
Well adjusted mess?
This ugly duckling
who peaked too soon,
Left with only lovely memories
Of those swan glory days,
When you knew her.
Her beauty at it's height never high enough.
And do you remember these eyes, Which saw too much,
Saw things in you that you never could accept?
Can you recall the lies we whispered,
never convinced of anything?
And I believed in you
when I knew I couldn't believe your words.
What did you leave unsaid,
That day when you said too much?
What did you believe was there,
When you were choosing them?
How much was honest pain,
Was it more than false redemption?
And do you need patient understanding
Can you find your way to safety,
Or are you drifting?
Should I be waiting to break your fall,
Or reaching out to keep you from the edge?
What do you want from me,
What did you need that I couldn't identify?
Will you ever answer me,
Or should I let it fade?
Author notes
okay so it fails as poetry. but i needed it, and it needed to be.
A contest entry
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this is amazing! like a story! so many thoughts and questions! provokes lots of thought! just what i like! great job and good luck!!
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This is soooo awesome. God, it's like--everything you said here--the talk about glory days in the beginning, who you used to be, followed by all the questions... perfect. Absolutely amazing.
I especially related to the beginning. Even though I am in a relationship there are times when I wonder if maybe I, as a person, were a better human being before...
But at the same time my life...that is my future has never looked brighter.
It's a weird sort of paradox, indeed.
My favorite lines:
"Constantly seeking consistency.
And how do you see me now,
Outspoken introverted
Well adjusted mess.
This ugly duckling
who peaked too soon,
Left with only lovely memories
Of those swan glory days,
When you knew her.
Her beauty at it's height never high enough.
And do you remember these eyes, Which saw too much,
Saw things in you that you never could never accept?"
Excellent work, poet. Good luck!
--Shannon
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It does NOT fail. *sigh* It hurts, and reminds me of a few things. I think I was starting to forget.
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