I am sorry I couldn’t.
Not love but pretend
Maybe I need more time
be the same brutal
to pretend we could be two passerby
not faltering minuscules of a second
symbiose out of our thin bubble
into the gallows open
follicles in my skin stammer
the syllables of love
what was only your cloying pretence
All I ever wished
was for you to see me
See me through those apparently tiny
frivolous gestures, the fine little shards
I caringly caressed to shape me
into what you loved but never addressed
Pieces of me lay tempered
in wake of your promiscuous flirt
you carried
a holocaust inside my heart
now you say we cannot be
I don’t want you to be
non existent in ways you have me
though otherwise you pretend
Its love sweet love !
oh dear friend
I didn’t call for your empathy
I didn’t call for your care
weened platonically across an empty jar
you callously call your heart
Is that the best you could do
looking to be just a friend
for that is not enough for me
so indeed
.
.
I am sorry I couldn’t.
Not love but pretend
©️ Rainman 2020
Thank you for reading.
Rainman is a 26 and some, fresh out of med school millennial pursuing his specialisation in Internal Medicine.
Besides medicine, he is passionate about poetry and soul music.
A desperate dreamer who forgets his dreams upon waking up, he likes to think of himself as less of a person and more of a philocalist who is in awe with dusks and dawns, the breezes and the rains, the silence of conversations or the beauty of conflicts; a hopeless romantic who loves tragic .
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