Monday, February 26, 2018

Not over her yet...

I am not over her yet, I am sad to say,

There are a few reasons, so let me convey,

What it is about her and a little more about why,

That she was my moon by night and by day my sky...

A playful persona created by her for me,

She had no clue of it I could see,

The way she was with others in the past,

May have just been why things did not last...

It took a little time to kiss her and then,

It took even more time to become lovers not just a friend,

But when we got there in that special place,

My intoxicating energy did make her heart race...

She had an attitude that was strikingly rude,

Playfully so, not at all trying to be crude,

Standoffish most of the time, but drawn to me I could still tell,

I sense that her secret is that I was not the only one who fell...

Head over heels is a place I have rarely been,

To be so out of control of my emotions seems like a personal sin,

She took things from me I did not even know I had to give,

I had no clue of the loss but as time passes I forgive...

I could not have her, this I knew from the start,

I was just simply me, not trying to play any part,

But she knew the power she had and in her youth she chose,

To push and pull me until the alpha male re-arose...

By then too late she had grown tired of the game,

That I could not make more interesting as my life was too lame,

The real me was of no interest, you see the grass is always assumed to be greener,

When boys pretend to be men, they fall in love once they had seen her...

I can never go back to the place we were then because,

Things can never be the same no matter how much time we take pause...

The memory like an 80's movie where the guy gets the girl,

Only to lose her in two different worlds which were awhirl,

Songs like a drug enter your memories in a flash,

The pain a sadness, but the memories we do not bash...

I may have said this, but I will say it once more,

One day in tight jeans she stood by my bedroom door,

I took a few photos knowing that soon she would be gone,

She was never mine, but without her I feel so alone...

No one ever had me, and maybe no one again ever will,

In such a state of happiness that like sadness I will often feel,

When I think of her, as I do more often than I ever thought I would,

She let me be near her, when I thought of a girl like her I never could...

One more thing I will mention, then I will let this post go,

She pushed me onto my bed and kissed me one time real slow,

It was her playful way of saying goodbye,

She knew our time was over and it did make her cry...

Magical our brains holding memory clips we play back,

Vivid those clips and of our emotions they attack,

Still delicious the pain I must admit,

Thats likely why my thinking of her may never quit...



A poem about her that may give others smiles, written with sadness and joy by Johnny Bryan Giles!