You Said I Was Too Much, So I Decided to Let You Go

This will be the last poem I will bleed for you

But this won’t be the last love poem I’ll breathe life into

You will not be the last person I will break my heart open either

Someone who think of me as such, couldn’t be my last 

Notice how every line has the word ‘last’ in it?

Because I thought we would last

I thought, this is my forever at last!

Turns out, this isn’t and you’re now my past…

When you said I am too much, did you mean

Because I want the kind of love that annihilate me?

Or is it because I want all of you, not just bits and pieces but all of them?!

Or is it because I want what I want and I’ll never shrink myself to fit into your hands?

When you said I am too much

You probably forgot that I matter

I occupy space, I have a mass that could weigh weak people down

You forgot I am important 

When you said I am too much

It burns like betrayal

You held my body, we were on fire and at those moments

You never think I was too much, did you?

When you said I am too much

You did not only break me into a thousand pieces

You also broke all the unbreakable things I thought

Would be unbreakable by now

When you said I am too much

You forgot to remember that I also love too much

And that forgetting you would turn my world upside down

Because I don’t know how to give less

Because I am too much, so is my heart….

27.10.2017 ┬ębluesirie

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It’s Time to Let Go

I asked you to hug me- you didn’t 

I asked if I could drink-

you gave me a glass instead of letting me drink from the bottle

(I used to drink straight there)
I asked you to kiss me

I asked if I could kiss you

you pushed me away

turn your back on me
There is a limit to what I can take

A limit to what I can do

A limit to what I can feel

I have reached mine-
it’s time to let go.
You will come crawling back

You will beg for forgiveness

but you know what?

Maybe this time, just once-
I will betray my heart

and let you go…

April 1st

What will define me
when every way my hand touches this pen
-and the very ink that endlessly comes out
are strokes and sillouettes of you?

What will move me out in the land of tears?
Without your ravishing presence- I cry
though everywhere I turn to feels like- you,
breathing for me and all I can do, is live

What will Heartbreak feels
when I haven’t let you go
and you live inside my heart-
in a place outside the touch of time?

What will alter my endless love
when what defines it is beyond reason
and what moves me is a hope for eternity
and Heartbreak doesn’t make me love you- less? Tell me…