I wrote it day before yesterday...Sorry for making it too long. It's quite a different one and I personally like it. Hope you like it.
Once
A misty evening,
You open your eyes,
To a thought.
A realization.
You feel
Like a colorless clown,
running behind
a Rusty Mannequin.
Like a maniac.
Too tight,
A griphold.
You struggle to let go
You fight yourself.
A tear
squeezes itself out.
Those trembling hands -
Fail to find
a light to fade
The darkness,
that you are about
to push yourself
into.
Finally,
the clock strikes 12.
The griphold,
you let loose.
Take a step back.
Push him away,
as away as you can.
Deep breath,
you look behind.
The rusty mannequin
you Need.
The clown that
you have become.
Drugged you feel.
Yet standing straight,
you avoid.
You are not worried.
A picture
in your head
tells you.
He will come.
Apologize.
Say sorry.
One day,
there will be bliss.
The world shakes,
you stand,
A firm ground.
And you find-
the apple not eaten,
the strand of the ribbon
not broken,
not looked upon.
What If?
What if...
everything goes...
Backward.
The clock strikes 11.
The memories,
Etched forever,
You wait.
But
He never comes.
The sun never rises.
And it dawns
upon you -
He was never yours!
Hurt washes you over.
Your heart aches
in grief.
He never needed you.
With
Blood-red eyes,
And stone-cold heart,
You Take a step back.
Solitude.