I performed a poem
Once at school in Olympia Washington
I had tears while performing it but played it cool anyways.
This one girl in my class that I had liked but didnt pursue cuz she rejected me. Clenched her fists together and gave me some kinda look after I performed my poem.
Then she would be really nice like all she said was “oh” and kinda blush the next time I saw her
Well I always took rejection to be permanent. So I didn’t think much of it till years later I thought I might have won her heart a lil with my poetry.
Doesn’t matter I transferred out of the school
But this is the poem
Broken heart
Hate me?
How can you hate me?
For I am as great as God.
And all knowing.
Will I be happy?
I can’t be sure
Finding true love keeps us detached
But nobody loves us.
Nobody is capable of sharing our love
You didn’t occur in my world until lives after you were created
Lives after your clouds were deeper than the ones surrounding Michael and Seraphiel themselves.
But I wasn’t the one to estrange us.
I learned my fate aeon’s ago.
The first time.
The only time I saw the hallucination.
But love is not just imagination.
Love is real.
It comes to life.
But this love wasn’t meant for me.
This love was separate.
It’s too bad too.
Conceivably suits and peas would follow.
We’d conquer galaxies.
And when it all came to an end, inside the walls of a crumbling hospice.
On a dark cold morning past the days of calendars.
After a trillion suns burnt out.
Past that.
Decades after moments past that.
Millenniums beyond centuries after that.
We’d lay on the ground.
Covered in leaves and bugs.
Ready to be swept up to the heavens by death himself.
After demons had perished
Generations had been lost.
God lost.
There were elderly folk in the audience too who loved my poem too.
Not too short, not too long. Every word means something.