i have an inkling she was left

multiple times she felt somehow from him something was missing

she has always been the one giving

smitten, she was willing to give the world to him

in the end, like a well, she dried up and felt it was he who was lacking

even her real sparkly self she was loosing

at that time, she wasn’t ready

picking the petals with a query, “does he really not or does he really love me?”

suspicions started to sprout, resulting to her heart filled with doubts

at that time, she wasn’t ready

so she turned down his proposal to marry

he was fully beaten, his heartbeat skipping even the street of Camden

little did they know, a simple twirl with a painful twist were spinning on it’s final blow

from the start she was giving

all of her, to give she was willing

but there’s always something missing

because it was herself, she was loosing

in the end, she wasn’t chosen

with the pain and disappointment

a painful twist, it continued twirling

months after months of grieving

a home they built, their castle she was burning

in the end, she felt she was never chosen

for him, those words will never again be spoken

in her words she begged for him to stay

but he decided to go astray

since then, from her peripheral, he was getting blurry

and for her it was the end of their story

and closure was so unnecessary, would only fuel her pain and fury

in her grief, she was full of spite,

now, with her new beau always in full sight

to the cameras, always smooching and smiling bright

wondering if it catches his attention

making him regret both of their decision

regardless of the real intention, still waiting and hoping

one day she’ll say, “red and blue, yet my favorite hue is still you”

“coz now i know, i’d rather be red in the shade of blue”

—marymancee ✨✨✨

writing to express my thoughts and emotions in poetry because a part of me is still grieving over something that has been non-existing for a long time 😂|| 2/28/2024

–marymancee✨✨✨