Prijenos Ljubavnog Imanja (Love’s Demise)
A Collaborative Effort With Evander
You fell for her,
And she liked you.
You played together in the woods
Free, wild.
Then, one day,
You took her home.
Put a Fox
in a box.
It’s been a while now
Since she’s thought of you
with anything more than indifference.
You were inseparable, best friends.
All those nights spent
Talking, laughing, crying
‘Til dawn.
How could you drop her like that?
At least now, she can sleep.
You were happy.
She was too,
for a bit.
But the walls closed in
Tighter
Like a fox
Trapped in a box,
She had to escape.
Maybe she is not so guiltless
as she feels.
She never wanted
What you wanted.
But she never told you.
Stringing you along — a puppet
Bending to her will.
Yet she seemed to be the one
Bowing to you,
The tree shaking beneath your wind.
You took her away from comfort,
Thought you were her comfort.
She couldn’t say no
For fear of breaking you.
Like a fox
Trapped in a box
She’ll find a window
Jump out
Fly, for a moment
Then fall, downward,
And die
Surrounded by the shattered
glass of her mistakes.
Though her hand was in yours
Her eyes were always
Elsewhere
She wanted a friend,
You wanted a wife.
She felt trapped in your arms,
She couldn’t escape.
When she told you the truth,
How she felt,
You brushed her off,
Walked away.
She was the one crying, alone
She was the one who cared, truly
You may have lost another girl,
you buy them
a dime a dozen.
She lost her best friend.
And there is no buying
back time.
No retracting what was said
how it was said, when
you said it —
Love doesn’t work like
magic.
Once it disappears,
it’s hard to make it
reappear.
You had what you needed
yet you wanted more —
took what you could and
gathered a poll on what more
could be stolen from
a heart that was breaking.
Funny how life sneaks a glimpse
of what’s to come
when we’re too busy blinking.
Fox in a box,
breathless for days —
surrendering to you would
have been a death she
could not have died.
Truth cannot be more
than truth,
and you wanted more.
A fancy lie would have
been better, you thought —
But, she had grown
tired of being
what she could not.
There was no time like
the present to lose
a bad thing
And finally begin
searching for
good.
Evander and I first collaborated on September 17, 2016. Evander is the youngest Writer I have ever collaborated with and at 15 (almost 16), she still makes me think harder than I’d like to, but it is always needed. Topic choice this time around? She had no hesitation in selecting unrequited or one-sided love. With every interaction, I am moved in a great way, she is such an inspiration to me. Anto Rinish, it’s your turn. Please, please get ready.
