Musings by The Poet Loriet
You can't...
just shove the past couple years aside, bury your head in the sand and be my friend, pretend we were never lovers. You can't forget all the dreams we had, the love we were working on. You can't forget that you told me I was the greatest love you've ever known.
All my other lovers have told me to go to you, that we belong together, that it's obvious to everyone who knows us. They still tell me that, shocked that you told me goodbye, not wanting to believe that something so strong could be just let go.
This isn't the way it was supposed to end. I was supposed to walk down the aisle in a babyblue gown, take your name and never look back again. I would have sacrificed everything for that. You would have had my heart, my soul, my body, my mind, my poetry...completely, faithfully and forever.
How dare you tell me you can't give me the same, that you could never be faithful to me, that you don't love me enough to take a chance, that you're just going to let me walk away.
You tell me how you expect me to engage in lighthearted conversation and pretend that you're not my world...how, when one embrace from you shakes me to the core, one look into your eyes, your voice sends me to another place...how can I ever forget that voice in my ear whispering that you would always love me, that you were going to love me for the rest of your life? How do I translate that into coffee talk about the weather.
How do I make my heart numb, immune, forgetful?
How did you do it.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't...
Lori Beal
All my other lovers have told me to go to you, that we belong together, that it's obvious to everyone who knows us. They still tell me that, shocked that you told me goodbye, not wanting to believe that something so strong could be just let go.
This isn't the way it was supposed to end. I was supposed to walk down the aisle in a babyblue gown, take your name and never look back again. I would have sacrificed everything for that. You would have had my heart, my soul, my body, my mind, my poetry...completely, faithfully and forever.
How dare you tell me you can't give me the same, that you could never be faithful to me, that you don't love me enough to take a chance, that you're just going to let me walk away.
You tell me how you expect me to engage in lighthearted conversation and pretend that you're not my world...how, when one embrace from you shakes me to the core, one look into your eyes, your voice sends me to another place...how can I ever forget that voice in my ear whispering that you would always love me, that you were going to love me for the rest of your life? How do I translate that into coffee talk about the weather.
How do I make my heart numb, immune, forgetful?
How did you do it.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.
You can't...
Lori Beal
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