The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted jo
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expectedonce to stay,
has left a note saying GONE AWAY.
"Ending" by Gavin Ewart


I know I said that I was okay,
I know I said that I didn't mind,
I let you go because I knew it was what you needed
But I can't wear this mask anymore
I can't pretend that I'm not hurting
I still need you...

I woke up this morning and all I could think of was my dream... I'm supposed to have moved on, I have a boyfriend and my own life... so why is it you still come into my dreams? Why is it I still think of you when I think of someone who loves me? Why can't I let you go?

Submitted on impulse, I'll probably regret it later, but I don't want to lie anymore... This entire situation... It's not okay.

Edit: The poem by Gavin Edwart was the subject of my AP English class's poetry analysis today and I felt that it fit this somehow.