Poetry for Thought

Title: June

You didn’t send me your overly seductive birthday message.

And I find myself wondering if this is (finally) over between us,

This dance of conversation between the silences.

I found myself reading our old messages, emails – filled with promises,

“I will never stop loving you”

“You make me better”

“I’m sorry for being an asshole, but you are the best thing that happened to me, and I will never stop loving you”

You and me are a faint memory now, the relationship,

But between those blurry flashbacks,

Some stand out like a flood light, lighting up my weakest and strongest moments.

You, my love, are light and dark,

An addiction and a rehab,

I want to hurl abuses at you,

And at the same time….

Pull you close into a warm embrace.

I’m jaded now; carefully stitching words to all the new people I meet,

I didn’t say ‘I love you’ to one lover until we broke up.

I’m jaded now;

I say ‘I love you’ to everyone, afraid of losing them.

So is it finally over between us?