three

a poem about letting her go

THREE

Is it the same for you as it is for me?
Light bursts behind my eyelids
with every brush of your skin on mine.

Is it an accident when you lean closer?
I will use any excuse to have
a little more of you.
It's always drafty when we're together.

Is it obvious to you yet?
Sometimes I look in your eyes
and feel see-through.
I want to say it's like looking in a mirror
but when I study you I can't get a clear reflection.

I sometimes think of confessing to you.
Three little words.
Part of me fears that you will look through me and reply, “I know.”
It is a devastating thought, that you might know but choose to do nothing about it,
that you are tolerating it, tolerating me.

So I have developed a three-step program. First, I'll take those three little words and swallow them up.
Second, I'll take these three questions that I'll never ask and choke on them, too.
Third and finally, I'll wash it all down with my cowardice.

Swallow three little words,
Choke on three questions,
Count three steps backwards.
If I have my way, my heart will fully retreat before I get to ten.

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Thank you for reading another one of my poems. I think I'm starting to really enjoy sharing them. I am very open with my prose but highly protective of my poetry. It feels like peeking inside of my mind versus peeking inside my heart, or my soul, if that exists.

This is about the girl who didn't love me back. It is in the past now and I’ve realized that I need to let her go. Romance, to me, should make you feel lighter than air, not weigh down your mind.

Love can so easily sway you from rejuvenation to ruin.

-Your Angel in Disguise