A Treacherous Heart

An original poem

I am sure that wasn’t love

I wonder, then why it still hurts?

I know you weren’t the one for me,

So now why am I feeling so lonely?

Why my heart aches to have you back

Why you seem as the piece of my life I lack

Why I still want to call you late in the night

What is happening to me? It’s just not right.

Do I love you?, No. but I am just not ready to say goodbye.

I still wish I could stop you, I could hold you tight,

You are going away and I want to cry,

Because with you I can't live, without you... I can't survive.

I wrote this poem in my late teens. Years, a husband and two kids later, when I read them today these love poems still make something stirred inside me. I am just glad that they have passed the test of time and do not sound “cringe” to me. I still enjoy it as I did years ago. Words are like tiny time portals, they have the power to transport you to a place in time and make you feel the same old emotions. So when I read them I became that teenager again who was looking for love, pretty unsure if it could really happen to her. The only advantage is that now I know in the end everything falls into place.