You think I don’t know,
And I think you do.
I just can’t tell from
The outside, but can you?
Inside there is this…
I think I feel alive,
Though I don’t know if
What you felt has died.
But I don’t hate her,
That I will promise.
You are the lover
That I will not miss.
Can’t you not see the
Blindness in my eyes?
I can tell you right now
I’ve never told you lies.
I bet that you’re proud of
How hollow I’ve become.
I wish I could see out
To look at just how numb.
I brace myself within,
Because there is still this…
Love, I smile for and against
You; my dearest catalyst.
I like the stanza at the end of the poem the best. (that is my vote)
This is very sad because it comes at a point in a relationship where you are trying to understand what went wrong and why. How could their feeling change when I feel that mine have not? Why would they change, what did I do??????
You did a very good job at capturing this feeling and this point in the realationship.
If I am reading this correctly, the writer has been jilted by another woman. The writer is addressing her now ex-lover in a sort of tongue-in-cheek farewell, realizing a great deal of energy was expended on this particular lover, and all for naught.
It has a very interesting style and seems to turn upon itself more than once.
Submission Name: Catalyst.
