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.

Looking For A Romance Between Poetry And Reality

is the hybrid between daydreaming and cutting ties

Looking for a little romance

Like in my favorite books

Listening to “Lady in Red,”

Because of my passion for bed

Which is like an empty glance

Of loneliness illusionary’s planks

But the truth is that will not happen

Because I am too tired of one-sidedness

And going into hibernation and deep sleep

Because I need to fill up my energy cup

To create and receive the love glamorous look

Since I know mostly the nastiness of Cupid

*****

As per today’s thinking confession since Mercury is in Taurus and the astrologers are speaking like crazy about how much sensuality and love that will bring, I share my opinion about dividing poems from reality’s situations.

There was a time my mania about the zodiac was like unhealthy addiction. It’s good that period is in the past. Many lies were written and nothing happened to me in reality except that I learned to divide poetry and look for romance from the situations of unhealthy attractions.

Indeed, it’s challenging for romanticists to see clearly what doesn’t work in the reality of their relationships.

Like one of those hopeless romantic souls, I can share that if people do not treasure a person, it’s the worst killer of self-esteem and eventual relationship. Many times I tried to explain to myself the sincere disinterest of the other party under the lens of “They’re busy with work.”

Then the question is “Does someone want to feel unappreciated every time they want to hear another’s voice and be left with the feeling they’re unwanted or disturbing?”

One time, twice, then is self-masochism.

“They’re shy” is another wrong perception. Even if people are introverted, they always can write a message. If they don’t, it’s clear they can survive without communication with their eventual mate forever. Some people say they think for others but do not contact them. Why? It’s running away from confrontation or something they do not want to hear.

Clear signs are everywhere but romance seekers do not want to see them. There always comes a time to understand what’s the truth one way or another. Even so, my looking for romance through my poetry, cutting ties with one-sided relationships, and reality checks based on action facts, continue.

I have no time for waiting, suffering, and еnduring an unloving attitude. If someone wants me to stay in his life, he will do whatever it takes, as I do. Otherwise, we’re not meant to be. It’s quite a radical situation, but my belief is that’s for the better.