A POEM FOR MY POET

I loved her, sincerely 

but i loved her enough to know i was'nt ready completely,

I whispered in her ears words of affirmation promising her safety. 

believe me i meant it, but maybe it was just my fragile heart speaking.

Assuming it was ready for everything. 

but as time passed by Amal was the sun to rise one morning

I never want for her what i was given,

a world full of hate and uncertainty. i might have seen the signs and yes

they scared me. I was raised in a household where errors were a curse,

blessings were seen as a sign of failure. i had to be my own father, taught myself how

to ride a bike. i dont  mean to use my past as fuel to my actions, my decisions have 

nothing to do with you rather the current me. 

you were meant for grater love i see it in your smile, i want to be the one you lean on

when you cry, but maybe when the time is right. maybe when our stars collide, a spark 

to rekindle a love we shared, ignite restore the beating heart we once could've heard. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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