I should have
Am I just a Pitiable. Stupid.
An idiot in love?
I sound. Pathetic. Pitiful.
I see you. Brilliant. Beautiful.
There might be more fish in the sea, but I don’t
want something so common, it can be found in any ocean.
I want something more.
You escaped from me.
Someone else will have to catch you.
Holding back a river.
Building dams to
restrain, rushing rapids.
Slowly the water trickles through cracks in my armour.
Do I care anymore?
I rip down the barriers and a waterfall of
emotion cascades from my eyes.
It takes a fool to realise too late.
I look up at you.
A gorgeous rose.
You’ve grown from a pile of
I’m still rooted. In the Earth.
I tried climbing over your
I was torn to
After I crashed. Back down to Earth.
I noticed a
I grab onto it.
Hold it close.
It’s all I have left.
I took a shot and crashed and burned. Dedicated to you. Some of the lines here are song quotations, which I felt suited my situation, so all credit to them. I structured the poem in this format on purpose and for dramatic emphasis. That’s why I experimented with enjambment and caesura.