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Talk To Life - Talk Poetry


Name: Emin

About: I love listening to music, taking pictures, reading poems and prose and sometimes just writing down what I have in mind.
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Title: You and I - III


... But you couldn't stay gone.
What a windy night. It was Lord Huron taking me away with his 'The night we met'. Damn I love the wind, feels as if it blows off all my thoughts, like I'm free from my mind.

My phone buzzed. My heart skipped a beat as I saw your name lying on the screen.
It's not like it's the first time after months, but my heart, my naive foolish heart couldn't get used to it.
I think took the call after taking a deep breath.
You wanted to ruin my loneliness as you were behind me. I turned and there you were coming closer in every step, and for a second everything went blank.
It was the same smile, same scent, eyes, You.

After an awkward talk about how life has been holding up, we sat somewhere we used to. Part of me felt like I went back in time. Holding your hands, just falling for you more with every minute of the moment.
The wind was no longer blowing away my thoughts, rather hitting me with waves of nostalgia.
I shook my head to come back to reality. And as I woke you were talking about 'us', "I want another chance, for real this is the last time. I'm so sorry for what had happened, but I'm okay now, I know what I want... you".

I don't think you knew you had said the exact same thing last time.
I guess I saw this coming but I wasn't ready yet, I didn't rehearse enough, I didn't heal enough to run away. I think you could hear my heart pounding, I think everyone passing by could.

"You broke your promise, I can't anymore". I really felt something die inside as you replied, "but it was you who broke it off, I still kept my promise".
After cornering me like that, torturing me for months of your silence and ignorance, you were the victim.
Sure I'll take the blame, but it was alredy too late, I was too broken and exhausted to even put up with myself.

It ends here.