Ironically I got into poetry to vent my feelings of love for the girl I met so many years ago. I would write about the times we spent getting caught in the rain and her silly smile dripping with water as we kissed.
I remember the way her eyes tinkled with mischief when her favorite song played out of my old crappy half busted computer speakers and she would ask me to dance in our little one bedroom place because I couldn't afford to take her anywhere.
The day I proposed to her and she wore the ring to school showing it off to all her friends. She probably still doesn't know I saved up all my money for two years to get it for her.
Or the distant look in her eyes when she told me she fell in love with my best friend and that they were running away together.
I write about all of the memories, the good and the bad. It has been a very long journey to get through, but she will be my eternal muse. Even if we are no longer together, even if we no longer have the same feelings we once shared for so long, I will always have my poetry and my memories.
Obligatory poem:
-Tyrant-
Like a tyrant
you forced your way in
marching mercilessly upon
and quickly conquering
the heart in my chest
like a ravenous lord
or a hungry lion
seeking only to devour
this acquiescent sheep
who fell before
your big wolfish eyes
and tastefully wordless promises
much like a poor man
seeking a merciful god
I faltered at your grace
and wondered honestly to myself
afterward; “why me”.