It still burns

Sometime ago I was at your beck and call
I’d given myself up
For you, for the taking
I offered the little love I could
But it was not taken
I try to put the blame on me
Feigning mistakes I never did commit
And you tell me no;
You’re just fine, just perfect
But not for you
You had another boy
I heard he’s a man now
Your man
While I still knelt and begged
At the door of your heart
Yes you did open
You’ve always bid me welcome
But I’ve never belonged there
Or have I?
Maybe for that moment
When our voices rang in the same pitch
And could hardly tell the sensation beneath our ribs
For long I’ve been dangling
On the single strand of hope
To fall within your space
But mostly without
Even so there’s another choice
Another way out;
I could climb up and leave the hope
To forget that I loved you
And maybe live a life
Even if it hurts this much
But life goes on, even after death.

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