The Tragic End of a Cycle, Not Continuing Further From Being Strangers
We were stuck in a million futile chances
Caught up in perturbed silence as we were left isolated by our choice
We’re alone now as I’m counting the seconds until you break the quiescence
I was about to turn my back but you voiced out my name
Ignored yet you repeat the same thing
I look back, staggering closer until I was in eminence beside you
While voicing out the exact words you just verbalized
You keep breaking the saturninity asking “Did you cry?”
I force a smile asking back “Why would I?”
You keep repeating the question
But isn’t it barefaced with all these lies?
You just do the same, backbiting in our smiles
Leaving a little evident hint of the truth
As we wish the other knew
Say, is that all we have to render?
We drifted apart just like you aforementioned
Didn’t you even make a way to pull my hand back?
Or did you just watch me fade?
If I were to initiate won’t you ignore me just the same?
Yet, silence befalls upon us thinking we cleared out everything
When in fact, millions of questions stab me in the head
Leaving clueless blood prints in the black canvass we’ve created
When was the last time we laughed like this?
Not thinking about what others would hearsay
Bluffing like nothing betided
Just like what we were the same before the day we drifted away
It’s almost we kept being a strangers for a cycle in a lifetime
Not knowing anything yet trying to decipher what the other is thinking
Without the courage of even asking anything
So we just settled it with our hands touching
We come back to the times we’re this close breathing each other’s breath
Yet everything don’t last long that it felt just a single second
Just like the first time we faded away
Here we are again back to where we started
Strangers, worse than ever before
My patience filled up to the brim
I hid the tears from every single eyes even though I can’t breath
Hiding my face, this pumping chest was still evident
You knew I was crying yet you just passed by like it was nothing
Aren’t you cruel now that I need you, why aren’t you speaking?
Someone else intertwined their fingers with mine giving me warmth
Someone else said the words you were supposed to voice out
Useless noises filled up in my head
Still engraving a stare on you
No matter how concrete was the wall blocking us in each other’s view
I punch the wall, throwing punches at my own reflection
Self loathing, hating just to maintain my composure in front of you
I stood like a statue, a stone cold boulder
Watching everyone break my walls and walk away like the way I just did before
I feel numb like the way I always do even though everything fell at once
Hitting me from above with pressured force
I’m losing everything again as I can’t hear a sound
Anger lifted up as I rested and failed in everything I do
Waking me into something even more treacherous
With the feeling of my hand slipping down as I’m tired of climbing back to where I was supposed to
Are you stupid asking things that are already evident?
Yet to me everything still feels okay
Giving you my second chance,
You just stood there and looked away with the pain in my stare
“Still, it’s fine. I’m okay.”
Another last chance was held on to you
Yet you just let it slip away
Leaving me broken as I dance alone in the cold winter breeze
I came up running after your shadow
Yet I was too late the moment you left faster than the sunrise above the horizon
When I finally had the right words to ask you everything, to reach out without fear
Was the day you left temporarily, sealing every ounce of courage I’ve succumbed up to gather
Chill invaded my inner core
Yet I still fight for this belief
Telling this is my final say
I’ll wait till that day
Until I make my final resolve whether to let you go
We keep going in circles for we were not in sync
We let everything drift apart and slip away
With the imperfections of our perfect timing
This is the last chance I can afford to give
That would decide in the resolve that would break me or not.
Speak now, say something
Before I give up on every memory I’ve held on to
The last chance in every word that comes out wrong
Should be incepted by you this time
Before my exhausted hands holding on to the rigid edge of the cliff
…Gently and Completely slips away
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Ice Wings
Poetry"Falling is a choice." ~ Non-fiction. Revolves around my life. Not meant to entertain any opinions. ~ "You're warmth... cold... like ice."