Yet another poem inspired by 500 Days of Summer.
Did a cocktail of passion and lust overtake your senses –
or was your loneliness compelling?
Because when you opened your eyes in the morning,
as you scrutinize my features
and I, drifted in my dreams
your love dissipated.
There is no logic in emotions,
nor is there rationality in my fear of sleeping.
What I needed was your reassurance
That feelings were not like bubbles –
Iridescent, impeccable but disappears out of the blue
As if reliance was foolish and my reciprocity worthless
As if our ties were imaginary, dangled by my idiocy and torn apart by epiphanies at
7 o’clock in a cold winter morning.
You were correct –
No mortal could stick to an eternal promise of faith or love
But what hurts the most wasn’t your words of departure
It was your sincerity and devotion that linger at the back of my mind.
How could you look into the eyes of another
And convince her with the same conviction, the same diction, the same tone
Without remembering how touched I was.
I loved my tangled hair
how you would run your fingers through them –
now I also love how I can feel nothing
as the strands fall to the ground
when my scissors slice through each cocoa lock
with the precision and certainty
as you spat the words in that frigid morning.