I haven’t been through many hard/bad breakups, but based on the experiences I do have and what I hear of others, this poem is expressing something that I believe the girl could feel after the guy “reveals his true colors” or seemingly completely changes.
I didn’t really know what to do with my punctuation; rhythm is a little wonky too, so any tips/comments are welcome! 🙂
Picture from http://www.steveguttenbergart.com/, “A Changing Man”.
Tears onto the carpet fall;
Memories I can’t recall,
Rush into my mind right now;
Inconvenience: take a bow.
My ceiling was that way before?
My memories can’t tell no more.
For when I looked up and not down,
My face made smiles in place of frowns.
I was blind, seeing delights:
Sunshine skies and starry nights.
Grief and sorrow had no room,
In my love-filled heart to bloom.
I guess that’s why, your change of heart,
Is nearly ripping mine apart.
Clinging to old silhouettes;
I can’t let go of us just yet.
The sky was beautiful that day;
Seeming like just yesterday.
You leaned across and stole a kiss,
The sun shone sweetly down with bliss.
And now, what’s there save for dismay?
Engulfing me, day after day.
If time heals all, it’s running late;
Crushing me with its still weight.
I don’t understand, please tell:
How… you could turn heaven to hell.
A moment was all that you took,
To change, with a last lingering look.
I won’t have it that you lied,
Wore a mask, put truth aside.
Songs and poems, people too;
Say that you showed the real you.
But blue as red can’t be disguised,
No matter how hard it tries.
A devil took you as his own,
Made you into the unknown.
Now you’re someone entirely new;
A person that I never knew.
Resurrection made you strange,
Susceptible to such change
You can lie, cheat- no more care,
Is found in you anywhere.
You remember things not true;
Your memory’s all askew.
I’m all alone with the truth;
The real us, trapped in youth.
It doesn’t match you anymore,
You’ll age, different from before.
You’re a man of a new kind;
The one that lives on in my mind.
Is just an abstract wish I’ve drawn;
Lost, in the real world forever gone.
Nature’s best teacher is past;
So I’ll make sure the knowledge lasts.
I’ll learn my lessons very well;
Won’t be put under your spell.
We’ll part, each to our own ways;
Our past, now a sweet dream’s haze.
Slowly fading, it wont last;
Draining empty my real past.
Perhaps there’ll come a time when,
The past might become future then.
We’ll meet once more, lost in time;
Like kids, but grown, paradise sublime.
But to be honest, I’d prefer;
My memories to stay a blur.
You’ve done enough, I don’t want more;
Relationships shouldn’t be a chore.
Finally, it’s all just history;
I’ll leave my “what if’s” a mystery.
And let us never meet again:
So go conspire with your men.