When we met I dismissed you as nothing more than a pretty face
Then you gave my heart reason to beat again as I came to know you
Through times cruel touch i came to know you differently
Where once I saw an angel
I saw a fallen angel
Who seemed not to care as she buried the knife in my heart
I had bared it open before you and had i paid more attention i might have seen it coming
You weren’t content to plunge the knife though
You poured salt in the wound again, and again causing it to stay open
Yet never even in my worst moments could i claim to hate you much as i tried
I couldn’t turn love into hate not after you bade my heart to beat again
And beat back the worst of my demons
Hell, I could even sleep next to you without medication
Your embrace was freeing in a way i haven’t experienced since
Now I see you as you are a broken person same as i was, and am
Now i see you in your true form
I just wish i could have been to you what you were to me
I see you now not as a rose but a dandelion growing through the cracks no less beautiful
But more resilient
Maybe I still don’t know the fullness of you maybe it tore you apart the same way it tore me
When we ended things
I say we even though it was your idea
I agreed because I couldn’t bear to break your wings to keep you with me
Now we are actually friends again like neither of us truly dared to hope
Oh, we said we would be, but the words were hollow
The wounds too fresh
Still, you were my angel, and you still are though not in the same way
May haps one day I’ll come to know you in your fullness
Without hiding without fear
Just as you know me the same
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