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Poem - Bewilderment


It's not you, she told him,

It's her, with the problem,

A problem that's unsolved,

A solution unresolved.

Ached her heart to repeat the same,

Firm he stood to what he would claim.

Much she would say and repeatedly so,

Through all those rocky roads yet they'd grow.

The trust once was broken however,

To repair in full might they tried whatsoever.

Distance an enemy with other elements too,

They always tried to understand, by stepping into each other's shoe.

Things, she wanted were different from his,

With time another enemy, for both that is.

For her it was the small moments that mattered most dearly,

Suffered yet at his unknowingness severely.

Love, no matter was a fierce force for them both,

But a piece still missing from both of their oath.

Different they are yet similar in much,

All it took for them to melt was one another's touch.

How much ever he promised to keep his word,

That much she'd be feared with thoughts absurd.

Foolish she had been once before,

Hence, never again, she then swore.

She doesn't want to hurt him nor feel neglected,

Stuck she gets with her words selected.

She expresses too much and he hears it all,

But when her words stop he begins to feel small.

No it's not him, it is definitely her,

For some things are set in stone and change incur.

No it's not you, she said to him once,

Since that day she developed a mysterious nuance.

A story, this is, that hasn't met its end,

Fate however upon them will descend.

Her, it shall be to walk away first,

Quenched for now, back it will be, that thirst.

Time for them is running out fast,

She's already considered herself an outcast,

What she wants, she's made clear to him,

But that's just a surface for a shallow swim.

The depth of her soul still remains deficient,

For her ,now she thinks, if he is really sufficient.

Stuck she's still on wastelands of experiences,

None of which she wants, to avoid all grievances.

She's sad for now, satisfied still.

How long is there for them until.....

It's not you, she said

It's her, with complications

An issue so perplexed

A way out so hexed..

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