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.
