This is not a love story
I saw our silhouettes dancing against the stone backdrop
That is my heart
It is a monument,
It represents a myth that was once true
We flickered with the same intensity as flames in a campfire
I began to feel warmth inside me, a burning sensation
The monument collapsed the moment you decided
This love wasn’t good enough anymore.
It was then that I truly knew
What it felt like to be heartbroken
A memory of our silhouettes
Danced against the aftermath of your destruction
The stand is a reminder that when you shine a light on our souls
Only darkness is revealed.
Written by Maxonex
Nice one, Maxonex.
Thanx .
*yawns* nice 1 sire
🙂
The one that got away!
Poetry helps in dark times!
Write your pain away
Hmm..
…And U, TeamKizito, I’ve been watching u for a while now with this ur “hmm”…one day that ur mouth will be unlocked by forces…
I have never been a fan of poetry sadly, but I do love read nice stanzas, and this is one of those lovely pieces I’ve read. it draws you into the poets darkness but then he tries to make it less overwhelming.
Excellent work Max.
Thanx 🙂
I love what you do with imagery here. Visual Imagery. How you created these personas using light and shade. Nice one.
Thanx.. I c u
I feel you max…it just reminds of someone I thot was gonna be the queenbee but alas nothing worked in that department……so sad!
Yea, major disappointments have a way of creeping up on you like that, don’t they?
Yes oh they do!!! But I wonder why??? Why can’t we just keep our excesses in check especially “black naija” gay guys….just for the relationship….why c ant we just be patient enough and check to see how the other person feels and sort of put ourselves in his shoes JUST TO LET THE RELATIONSHIP breathe at the initial stage and have a rhythm of it’s own….eish…serious shi!!!
Speaking off tangent here.
Chestnut where are you. This two people here are throwing metaphors!
Something is happening here!
Hian dennis, ‘rapum’ biko!why do u want to bring my legs outside and lift them in d air in d middle of these two and their…”delicate” relationship? Abeg put me down o, I no wear pant biko! Hehehe
But truly Dennis luv….did you and Mrs Macaulay have it smooth initially and haven’t you guys fought b4? well not literally but u know what am talking bout shay?? And what’s so special about her him that your still in d game…pray tell biko so maybe my heart will be able to mend…..
*rolling eyes to Abuja and back* Sometimes, vulnerability isn’t a good fit, no matter how hard you tug it down over your body.
King, “her/him”? *side-eye*
King this looks like a war zone, I beg to excuse myself outta here! I see pink missiles flying!
Chestnut please enter moto let’s drive off, so much is going on here! We can observe with a telescope biko!
@dennis: Shotgun!… Er, wait…lemme sit at d back…(#FearOfTheOtherMrMacauley)
sadly, am not a major fan of poetry like I am of beautiful prose … nevertheless I recognise the creativity that bore this … its beautiful Max! plz keep the creative juices flowing …
Thanx dear.
Nicely written, short precise and relateable. Nyc one Max
I’m really not into poetry, but then I’m tying to synchronize the first sentence and the “What it felt to be heartbroken”… Not sure I understand the combination…
I lived it ..I love it..Wonderful ,Mindblowing and Gracious..Lost memories are back..Pink pather..Thanks Darling
Oh Maxonex..My Apologies..U did a wonderful work..
Lol…thanx dear