Poetism

chapter I : insurrection My writings are all about you. I adore to write and think but I’m running out of inc remember when you told me “but you used to love pink.” I used to, but now I’m in the dark. my dreams , my wishes are all left in spark I waited for you in that park. You called and apologized I said it's okay and did not criticize but my heart felt cold. so I came back to the road it was twilight, so I couldn’t see as the moon was rising upon the sea came back home all alone honey I called you on the phone what took you so long ? I couldn’t respond as dad was mumbling all along you’re late uhhhh! I hesitate here I prepared you some food thanks but I’m not in the mood let her be ! she’s having an emotional flood have some sleep honey maybe tomorrow will be better it’s okay mom it doesn’t matter but I’m sick of you I’m sick of everyone in this room stop asking me to change and quit the gloom sorry mom but I’m not a flower that’s about to bloom you know what they say “eyes never lie” but you left my heart to die as you did stand by chapter II : the untold story I don’t feel like writing in the cold my little hands are shaking as the snow fall it’s raining and kinda frozen my pen , my messy papers they’re all dragging me back as if I am the one they had chosen I stare at stars in the night only to feel part of the universe and I remembered what you told me “believe me if I can give you the world I would stay beside I think that’s good “ I laughed and tell you say no more please leave and close the door but still it hurts everytime I recall your words you showed no mercy and planted in me a curse but that’s not what I deserved it was only your soul to be served I ripped all of your pictures and hide it in a folder I thought finally god I became more bolder but I felt colder each time I remember what you did told her angles are weeping, wishing we met when we were older “ I’m so sorry if I ever hurt your feelings “ but you did when you didn’t tell me that you are leaving It was our story , the untold story, that I appeared to be all this time weaving chapter III : strawberry I think about you even when it’s late I still care about you even when you are the one that my heart mostly hate or maybe that’s what I tell myself I care about you even when it’s eight. when I arrive at the school gate I still care about you even when you were the one with whom I used to fight now there’s only my sore eyes yearning for a sight of you under the light I care about you in the cold when the snow falls and it’s breezing so you give me your jacket because you thought I was freezing I think about you when I look at the star because you promised “ we will never be apart “ I think about you when I write my diaries I think about you even when I’m eating strawberries chapter IV : fairytale I’m not your sleeping beauty and you’re not my prince charming we’re not some fairytale characters because we’re living in a reality that could be sometimes harming I’m not the evil queen and you are not captain hook because there’s no place for evil in my storybook but if I want to give you a character that looks just like you you would definitely be peter pan and we’d fly straight to Japan and I would take my favourite book if I can but what if we loose our magic forever maybe it’ll be a little tragic however we will be together whatsoever or maybe I can be belle and you can be the beast and we would dance in a ball after enjoying the feast maybe you’re under a curse from the witch of the east but you still have a good heart at least and when the curse is gone and the good finally won we’ll get married in the big castle thereafter the end will be “ and they lived happily ever after “ chapter V : Repentance my rage can go in different shapes first denial I deny knowing you I deny our walk under the light of the moon I deny our chat in the middle of June I deny me and you eating icecreams with all it’s different flavors every afternoon honestly I hate it when you treat me as a child I mean we were both acting like kids paly with balloons and you did recommended to watch some cartoons you used to tell me “ put your guitar in tune let’s sing and dance let’s have some fun goon ! “ you saw the world differently than I did and I would laugh until my stomach hurts because as always you would sing the words wrong and I would follow you all along second grief my heart would feel like December with all the things that I can remember mourning , tears and cries using all the house tissues ’til my mom notices that I’ve got some issues I’ve come to the final stage acceptance now I think I became more conscious accept everything with ease became a little bit more quite so low you’re voice when you’re talking please no more vapid promises and guarantees no more crying and weeping on my knees weeping and saying “do not leave please” “ it is what it is “ instead of a long term speech when you play the victim so well until it makes me screech and you know respect is for me sacred but it’s the thing you try each time to breach I’ve grown flowers around my heart it’s so beautiful that you can never reach to those who think I’m writing about them I am Maryem