Unfulfilled Promises and Unanswered Texts
My Poetic Musings
I keep staring at the last text
You sent me
On November 22nd,
You promised that I would be loved “forever”
I didn’t dare question you
Too scared that you might take it back
On November 27th,
You told me your favourite colour, Purple
For you, I would have painted myself in it
Just so you would look at me
A little longer
I remember it till now
How you casually traced
My calloused fingertips
How you smiled too brightly at me
Your eyes crinkling of love
How you talked about the series
I desperately hated
And how I let you talk
Your eyes focused,
Hands on air,
About some character
I never bothered to listen
But bask in the glory
Of your happiness
How easily you laughed
Like I deserve to see it
And when I peeled these walls
I constructed over the years
You stopped
Suddenly, an abrupt end
To the story I was willing to write
Was crumbled before I took the pen
I scrolled back to the text
When was the last time
You smiled at me
Like I was your world?
You came like a beautiful storm
On my peaceful small town
And destroyed a part of me
And... I am not willing to fix it
Maybe in another lifetime
On November 22nd,
I would stop you
Before you promise to love me
So, I won’t drown in this heartache
Perhaps I would pull my hand
Before you hold it
or paint my self, on purple
the colour I hated the most
Or watch all the series
You told me to
But if you asked
I would paint our houses on purple
Soak myself on it,
And watch all the series
Even if the character
Isn't registered on my head
But you never asked
And I am still staring at the last text sent
“I miss you”
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