To Call It Quits – Poem

dedicated to quitters who didn’t give a chance

There was a time

I wanted to be his silver moon

And he could stay forever my sun

Between phone calls  and messages

Through rare touches and smiles

I felt like a robber

Who stole his precious time

Then I become the business partner

Who should be loyal

Forever to follow

Without a concrete clause

Will we be something together?

Spending the nights on the headphones

Never heard of simply defining

Things as  sincere “I love you”

Not even an action for me

In a way to understand

What I mean for a morrow

Through everything passed

I found a one-night lover

Who smoothly cut the line

Of my illusion for our tomorrow

And with all that pain

I continued to scoop out

The pieces of my enamored soul

That was thrown away

For uncertain reasons

There’s  a popular saying

When a man loves you, he calls

You even at midnight

To show you he’s not blind

Toward the beauty of a woman

He purely adores

And when there are no performances

People start to look like squids

There comes the time to call it quits

Even the pain is unbearable

Throughout neverending sorrow

Time will make heartbeat pass away

But never forget the feelings

Because there was true  love

Which was like usual, unrequited

He was the moon, painting me with his glow

Until the man became continuously bored

By putting his hopes in me like the sun

Whenever is emotionally hot to hold on

And, in the end, I am not someone’s Buffon

Since I deeply honor personal splits

Now they became ugly, and it’s time to call it quits

 There’s no point in one-sided Amor

Especially when the other party is like Thor

*****

When I was a teenager, I loved H.I.M. Ville Valo was my dream man to marry. Today it’s still like that, he has the depth, intelligence, emotionality, and action orientation that works on me like an aphrodisiac.

It was sad for that band to separate, but Ville said they lost the H.I.M. authentic sound, and it was for good to move on in their ways.

However, my attraction to myths, darkness, and psychological metaphors is neverending. Exactly like my curiosity. Everything was written in H.I.M.’s songs. Listening to them, I remember and feel like the lyrics are made for me.

The point of my thinking confession today is to call it quits when you don’t feel appreciated and like in a relationship. It’s a painful and slow process. For me, it takes many months to let go and keep going, but once the wake-up call is a fact, there is no turning love. It doesn’t matter how deep the wounds are. Staying somewhere when the feeling of disturbance prevails over safety and stability is unhealthy.

Right said, I can’t let go of the man I loved after many months yet, but daily, step by step, stanza by stanza, I do it because every fiber of my body screams I am not his person. It’s like emotional suicide. Whenever is no mutual love, people should walk away through tears and bruises.

If people fall hard in love, like me, they will understand better my situation. For those who take it easier, my sincere admiration.