You said love is a dangerous game We should not be playing anymore That we had become delusional And matter of fact illusional That was your way of breaking it off After all you always broke things You would break the dishes in the sink Excusing yourself for being tired And probably never being hired And so it was no surprise That you were breaking my heart there In the middle of the night These days am restless And completely clueless How can I calm down How couldn’t you have known That you were the love of my life That you were my Romeo That we were a match made in heaven These days am eyes are soar Soar from crying in the middle of the night My hands are all bruised Bruised from fighting walls that cannot answer back Why you left my heart caged in an invisible lock That I cannot seem to open Because on the day you broke up with me You ran away with the keys. And am now wondering If you will ever come back for me I am still wandering On the river bank and empty streets Looking for your name searching for your voice I can hear you whispering to me I can smell you scent But every time I reach out You run You run like a child in danger You run like a Savannah fire To protect yourself To find shelter But above all To find yourself These days the windows ask me where did you go The doors ask why you have not set foot through them The walls are afraid why the house is quiet And I lie to all of them I lie that you are coming back I lie that you are stuck in traffic But I know the truth You are gone Like a vapor in a wind The seasons have changed I hope you know that Winter is here and I am freezing My hands are numb Just like my feet Maybe it is the frostbite You used to light me a fire And wrap me under a blanket What happened to that These nights I just lay there like a statue Cold and motionless And hear the wolves howling Sometimes I watch sad movies The kind where both lovers die at the end When the silence becomes so deafening I turn on the cassette player And I dance alone to those sad songs And you will not know if I do these things Because you are miles away Living in solitude I am sorry
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Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet
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