A Love Out of Time
© 2015 Missy Smith
Deep down, I know he’s not the
man I needed. His personality
lacks a certain flair of confidence
Not to say he is not an adult, just
somehow not quite grown up
It’s not his fault; he tried so hard.
Even so, for a youthful man such
as him; he could not help his selfish
After all, he has that valiant drive
to search out and find a true love
maiden, a young beauty to share a
That perfect someone whom he
could claim as a future wife.
Reality Is Harsh
As for me, I’ve already seen
my twenties come and go.
My thirties were long, hard,
roads to tow.
Nevertheless, I sustained my
sanity through every year, with
every struggle, in spite of all
my human fears.
It’s my fault; I fell for him despite
the fact I knew the age and experience
would rule us out in the end.
Time and distance the evil twins.
My fairy tale with him was short
and bittersweet. To have loved him
was a most easy and unconditional
It felt like I was on a magic carpet ride.
Through skies of beautiful butterflies.
Reality of the Truth
However, I have now bathed
myself with the truth of my limits
of fighting for more youth.
He is young I am not, but my time
spent with him was a whimsical
true love plot.
I can only hope the best for him
now. He has left me with some
harsh words to remember.
And I surrender to the woes of his
words, they had to be said, and they
had to be heard. At least, he had the
guts to speak.
For I was selfish, just as he. I would
have let this façade continue without
the strength to take the lead never to
admit we were just not meant to be.
It is not his fault; he tried so hard,
but I do declare he broke my heart. © 2015