The moving on

You'll see remnants.
Bits and pieces.
Shadows.
Blur.

Want as you don't but it's there, lingering. Sometimes roughshod and hurtful but that's what remains after a sad ol' breakup. Even cry for a picayune song played over the radio. And you will realize the futile what-if's and maybe's that you should have done and had done but never came apodictic.

You want to get even.
You wish everything swingeing to happen.
You'll curse the day he was born.
And even stalk and pall the hell out of him.
But reality will bite and you will still CARE.

Had he seen your worth while the embraces were tepid? Did he even care while the moans were tender? What was his thoughts when the kiss was perfect?
Three questions out of the millions you draft are not even answerable by YES or a NO and the only thing that you can do is whisper it to the air hoping and praying that it will reach his ears and hear what he has to say.

Most of the times, you only want to hear what you want to hear. You select what you want to see. And you'll see yourself virulent and hurtful. So condescending but that's what happens, do correct me as I am still on that phase and stage.

moving on

can’t really seem to fathom
what became and what will be
all i know as for i have grown
bitterness still envelopes me

maybe it will take time
or not so as i think
it bade adiue like a dime
even as i jot all thoughts with an ink

crying would be an option
for a wolf who spilled milk gratuitously
sallowing is also damnation
as it purports not me obviously

aplomb as i wanna be
this love has been maimed by a taunt
condoned by the fact merely
as it is not me to gloat

ergo, i should let go!
countless and endless squalling won’t archaic
all these love voodoo
giving credence would be my only arctic

au revoir

HALO - reminded me of falling in love, over and over again.

Going through the ways of it: the falling, the cuddling and the succor, then the break up, and the wallows and finally the awakening and finally the move on. Made us initiate a wall, imaginary as it is yet strong enough to thunder us by virtue. Funny thus far true, when we plunge back and plummet to love, no fight necessary, we just let our guard down, no hush, no blush and in a snap, it’s there, you’re just feeling it and you’re afloat on a pulchritude slate.

Reality check, ding ding! too good to be factual right? Am not being cynical or what, am just grabbing the facade of such. Do you think it’s facile? I doubt that! One, it needs work, both sides should, if not, sad to contend but it falters every step of the way, second, it needs commitment, because after all the love, consumed, pacified and fostered all is left is devotion and allegiance, and in this lifetime its the most manipulated and exerted heed that you can convulse. In as much fray as it is to you, it also is an onus to your loved one.

Falling in love is solitary but staying in love is another contemplation.