Love birds

Is this really poetry?
Or just an attempt to make lines rhyme?
         I'm just trying to share my story freely
Tell a tale of an experience that was mine.

It's not about feminism or racism 
Or any other important topic of discussion
But about the pangs of heartbreak,
It's spasms 
 the joy of a heart free from tension.

            We were close in Senior High 
The real thing, nothing highly sensual 
We talked and laughed
                     such chemistry I can't deny 
Because even now I know it was mutual.

One thing led to another 
I called it quits 
                  torn between decisions 
I explained it had nothing to do with her 
                              My inner conflicts were the cause of that condition.

Years later we got back in touch 
Getting close again  
                       I felt a lingering guilt 
My love had more substance.

Call me old-fashioned or conservative 
I never had a thing for social media 
Felt it was mentally and socially degenerative 
                                       But for her
I got on Facebook with my little Nokia.

Love continued, like a sweet fairy tale 
Our chats - a bit one-sided 
 I didn't really care.
"I don't chat much on Facebook, it's going stale"
             Was her beauty blinding or was I just overlooking my fears?

'I'm in the area, are you around?'
"I'm not feeling well, maybe next time"
no problem, I could tell from your voice"
                 No need to ask which line was mine. 

I was expecting an Android 
 I didn't tell her.
Me, anti-social media guy of yesterday.
Getting on WhatsApp felt cool ice cream 
Smearing a burning desire
                  This chase had changed me.

  I got my phone          Oh God!                   
                      such happiness 
Do I really need to charge it before use?
Impatience was a balm for past
 pain & disappointment.
           Deafened by joy and laughter 
        I couldn't hear the truth.   

Three nights before
   We had a long call 
Romantic, reaffirming and love-sure 
Is sitting on the fence always this sweet before the fall? 

New to WhatsApp
She was first to receive my text 
'Hello or whatever you say when you're new' 
My naivety on the platform 
wasn't covered by any pretext
   "Sorry I can't do this" 

Shaking hands        deleted my                             &
 Opened a new one 
                 Rattled, I apologized for going blank
Asked if she was serious
Because she could tell a mean joke.

A couple of heartrending chats later 
  Then an 'I owe you no explanation' that wasn't shy 
My WhatsApp experience was traumatized and shattered.

Six months I bled 
     Even prayed to not develop hate 
At least I'm proud no one knew or heard 
          My painful ordeal or its wearing weight.

Was it payback?     Was it karma?
I was not the best, clear fact 
But I knew I deserved better.

  I grew and healed 
My heart was never bone
                but it had really fractured 
But I had changed 
Never again would I be insulted 'immature'.

Long boring story short 
     Women are not scum, neither are men 
Though we might have got hurt 
We grow and we learn

 My hurt is fading 
the pain almost is gone 
I am pretty much one of the coolest guys that'll come your way 
If you ask if I've forgiven and moved on 
    I don't know till meet her again
So is this really poetry?
Or just an attempt to make lines rhyme?
Well, I'm just trying to share my story freely and honestly 
To tell a tale of an experience
                       that was once mine.
This poem was written by Bob. If you have had a similar experience, please share in the comments. Bob will be there to chat with you.
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Love birds


  1. That feeling of lost love, whether guilt or pain, the scars go deep.
    I kept her last letter with me for 4 years. Crazy right?
    It's more than a poem it's a cardio message.

    1. Cardio for the soul... I feel you.
      Emotional wounds are the most difficult to treat... There's just no standard instrument or surgery.
      It just heals.

  2. Wow, I love your writing style. It's a beautiful poem

    1. Thank you so much.
      I'm really happy you loved it.

  3. Bro im so sorry,but u never see something

    1. Why?... Why would you say that?... It's not fair man

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    1. Thank you for the empathy... It means a lot (cleans tears)

  5. Bob is this a true life story

    1. It could be... What's more important is that you felt it as you read it. And I'm really happy you did

  6. This was a beautiful read

    1. Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it.


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