Dear, you are so dear to my heart
You pull me apart
With those words you say
Dear release me from your potion
Don’t let me get washed in the ocean
Hear me say
Save me now
I can’t bare those waters again
I just need my heart to mend
I can’t be always swimming here
I love you, so, so dear
But is it worth all these tears
After all these years
I am growing tired of the crying and the loneliness
I just need a rest
Upon the shore
Why can’t you listen, please don’t ignore
I implore you to stay with me
I know it sounds pathetic but I was once in this scenario where I was pushed away from someone, called back, pushed away, called back, constantly and I never learned for nearly three years that it would be a constant cycle.
I thought that when they called me back they had a change of heart, so I’d dotingly went back to them and it wasn’t until pure mental exhaustion that I chose to ignore them finally. But they still kept tabs on me for years and it wasn’t until my mum in fact, threatened to tell the police about them that they backed off finally.
I am embarrassed to share this actually, because upon reflection I behaved pathetically.
These are not thoughts I still have of the person, but these are memories of that place I used to be in – sometimes people are confused that my poetry are reflective of my current mental state and it’s not always. I have an excellent emotional memory.
In fact this emotional memory happened in 2004.
I am thinking that sometimes my poems might actually need explanations at the end, because there are times I post things like this and a bandwagon of lovely people thinks I am in a dark place again. OK – let’s make a deal… if there is no explanation with a dark poem, I might be in a dark place at the time.
If there is an explanation, rest easy my friend!
Thanks for reading!
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