Princess in Tears
MY PERFECT UNPERFECT LOVE STORY
"If I wasn't here tomorrow, would anybody care?"
I never thought that I would post one this early after a major U-turn on 100th hubvenue. But after reading comments from my friends, Bill and Sha, to post another poem, I made my choice to have this one posted.
Great timing though that today I am so sad and feel like my heart has been broken again because of what I discovered... curiosity really is my worst enemy!
My friends would always ask me why I can write these types of poetry in a jiffy... why is it so easy for me to paint a heartbreak in few words or why I can describe the pain of tears while they smoothly glide on the cheeks, when I never really experienced how to be in love – well, that’s what they know.
It’s just because I know what it feels like to be left alone, to be only an option, a second choice or just only a best friend.
They never know though that I just cover my tears with fake smiles and forced laugh and even hide what I really feel inside. Sad words always flow freely on pen and paper in front of me.
And every time they asked me to carve what they're feeling, I would always capture it perfectly.
JUST A LITTLE NOTE
When I'm gone and out of your sight
Promise me you'll never cry
I'm just here by your side
An angel in disguise.
Cause someday, I know, goodbye is a must
Memories will last
And this love will only be a flash
That happens so fast.
If one day, you wake up and can't find me
Just believe I'm a 'lil away
Meant to stay
But gone for a day.
I know that it will break my heart
When you and I will have to part
But I promised to be back again
When my broken heart was mend.
Sad love poems were my way to escape reality. It feels like someone is feeling your pain and the hope of moving on is within the reach. But the truth is, I'm afraid to forget.
I'm afraid that I might not even remember the sound of his voice or the smiles on his lips.
And I'm afraid to move on. Moving on means forgetting and I don’t want to. I gave him my whole heart the first time we’ve met and I will never ask him to return it.
Sometimes when I’m alone, I think about the perfect life I wished as a child.
But then, life is not perfect. Fairy tales exist only on storybooks. But you can make your own perfect fairytale by learning to live a happy and contented life. I learned to embraced all the imperfections and be thankful for whatever God gave me.
At least I found someone who truly loves and cares for me unconditionally. Love is not always smiles and laughs. You will soon learn how to cry and how to be hurt so that you will appreciate the moments and will have the courage to fight.
He calls me “Princess" and treated me like one. I don’t care if this is the most perfect unperfect love story one can have. What matters most is the love we shared perfectly to each other.
I now learned how to count my blessings instead of pains; and learning how to love just one person for the rest of my life.
© 2012 Mycee. All Rights Reserved.
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