Mean look

Mean look

It's gonna be cold, or at least colder
If you place the other foot out in front of the door
Breathe in, find another way of pulling back
Fly, caress your day
I know that you are lonely, stroking the fire
Blink your eyes, and I'll run to you.

Then the mean look, glaring me foolishly
And I feel it, distrust
Devouring my goodwill and with it my hope
And it is known, how it started
And I deny entirely, that'll be my end.

Fear as the antagonist, would not let you see,
That I am never going to inhale again
The rushing haze that runs from your eyes
And not your mouth
Your pupils, that I desire to embody.

And I imagine again a cleanse in your mind
To make a wish on my love
To understand that we slept through the night
And we are still here, being weird.

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To be in a relationship is intense, and a compromising job that is not easy for everybody, yet it has its advantages like everything. In this poem, I was reflecting on some very personal matters relating to my relationship, and writing about it is like talking to my ego and to their ego, and it enables me to start a conversation in which sometimes I find answers and solutions rather than more discrepancies.

Thanks for your time, be well.

César.



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Yes relationships can be hard, it is two unique souls meeting, but if you can meet from a place of love and respect and communicate then it can flourish.
Beautiful poem @cesarj21, you have conjured up some beautiful imagery in this piece and yes here's to being weird xxxx

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I love that you used the word “conjured” because it reveals that your mind also interprets the words like mine (and many other people) does, with images and sensations.
I’m honored that you took the time to read, thank you for the kind input.

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Working in a love relationship is, without a doubt, one of the most complex jobs in human relationships, because in the other person we find a reflection of ourselves that we often do not understand (or do not want to see); that is why, when I see those couples celebrating their golden, silver, diamond, etc., I wonder how many concessions both (or maybe only one of them) have made to remain united in time. To be a couple is to go hand in hand to achieve a common goal, and that requires both of you to be on the same frequency and hop on the same mode of transportation to reach that goal pél. Your poem is very personal, but at the same time universal. A hug!

Note: Try to publish in bilingual, English - Spanish, this will give you more visibility. Your work deserves it.

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I see that mode of transportation as our very foundation, so we agree very much. Thanks for adding such meaningful feedback dear @sirenahippie.
I will definitely try and combine the languages them to mix it up and try something new. Greetings, have a good day, friend.

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What a good poem my friend, sometimes relationships can be very tedious but the most important thing of all is communication above all.

Hugs my friend, I got your poem.

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Thank you very much Jose! for checking in, and for always coming up with very positive feedback, I appreciate it. Hugs to you too, may you be excellent always.

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