I need to write this letter that I’ll never send
to get all my thoughts out of my head
and for you to understand
that am not ok with how you left it.
You severed my reached out hand
with words left unsaid,
which hurt just as much as a deliberate hit,
bruising my cheeks with streaks of red.
vanishing with no regrets,
as sudden as if you were dead,
and yet here I stand,
hoping to see your ghost again.
I know my heart will mend,
a new man will take my reached out hand
and care for these thoughts in my head.
that honesty is a gift
that tempers the madness of the broken hearted.
I felt like the discard pile,
like you were playing cards
striving only for the better hand,
throwing away the rejects
with a smug grin and satisfaction for the win,
apathetic that I am a person.
The memory of you
is like static on a TV,
as dynamic as a blank screen
with the drone of garbled electricity.
What once filled my imaginings
with vivid scenes of dancing
and cheesy chemistry
the day you vanished without telling me,
an unexplained severing
I call nothing short of cowardly.
I don’t often post more than one poem in a post, but I needed to get these out. Time to heal and get on with the weekend!
5 thoughts on “Ghosted”
I thought these three poems were one long one they flowed so well together. Really cool format.
Thanks! I wrote them in the same morning, so really I guess they were truly connected
ohmygod. This is exactly how I’m feeling right now, the last couple weeks. Heartbroken, my own fault, but still… so many questions and hurt. Thanks for sharing.
I’m so sorry to hear that and thanks for sharing that with me. Dating is so tough, especially when questions go unanswered. I sympathize!!!!!!! Stay strong and it will get better. Just be kind to yourself in the meantime.
Exactly what I’m going through it didn’t happened once but three times same person