IS THIS POETRY OR ATTEMPT TO MAKE LINES RHYME
Is this really poetry?
Or just an attempt to make lines rhyme?
I'm just trying to share my story freely
&
honestly
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
But
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"
"Sorry
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"
(HOW!... HAHA MUST BE ANOTHER WICKED PRANK)
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.
Why?
A couple of heartrending chats later
Then an 'I owe you no explanation' that wasn't shy
Bold!
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.
Bio- I'm a blogger and a mobile photographer. I want to share my art, views and perspectives with the world and interact with as many other wonderful ones as well. I'm also interested in traveling, anime and food of all kinds and cultures. I'm genuinely interested in people, healthy relations and self-improvement. You are sure to expect a wonderful and different experience with me.
Visit www.blog3bstyle.blogspot.com for my content
My IG handle - bobgeoffrey2
Cheers guys
That feeling of lost love, whether guilt or pain, the scars go deep.
ReplyDeleteI kept her last letter with me for 4 years. Crazy right?
It's more than a poem it's a cardio message.
Cardio for the soul... I feel you.
DeleteEmotional wounds are the most difficult to treat... There's just no standard instrument or surgery.
It just heals.
So real, lol
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you find it relatable
DeleteWow, I love your writing style. It's a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteI'm really happy you loved it.
Bro im so sorry,but u never see something
ReplyDeleteWhy?... Why would you say that?... It's not fair man
DeleteHaha
Ahhhh sorryyyyyyy!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the empathy... It means a lot (cleans tears)
DeleteBob is this a true life story
ReplyDeleteIt could be... What's more important is that you felt it as you read it. And I'm really happy you did
DeleteThis was a beautiful read
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Delete