Maybe I’m watching too many romantic dramas, but the biggest source of inspiration I have now are hardships in relationships -.-. I was writing a sonnet this morning, and this is a more complex version of it I put together from all the brainstorming ideas and scraps I had written down; it feels like a much more complete poem than the sonnet, even if it doesn’t follow the criteria.
Love, lost in time
The tale of us, when read, might just appal
Because, somehow, it’s turned into a scrawl
We’ve withered and decayed right to our core
I want it back: the tale afore it tore
But now I can’t recall it anymore
…What was even there, back then, before?
Please tell me, what is love, if this is all?
Adventure all but slowed down to a crawl
Of interest and charm there should be more
Inertia turned excitement to a bore
What first was fun and new is now a chore
I want a change to open a new door.
Moreover, what are we, if this is it?
We did have some good days I must admit;
But always shadowed by a sense of drag.
The voice in my head just won’t stop to nag.
I keep thinking more love will somehow spawn
But something of nothing cannot be drawn
To tears and fights relationships are prone
But ours more than any you’d have known
And slowly on me it’s starting to dawn
That hope for us may be forever gone
Still I can’t get myself to just let go
Maybe it’s better off, but I won’t know
I know something must give, this can’t go on;
Nothing will change unless you move a pawn.
But I’m afraid to do it on my own;
My courage maybe isn’t yet full grown.
Yet I can’t just will us to turn sublime:
For now, our love is somewhere lost in time.