teardrops also evaporate

it has been said to heal a broken heart
keep a replacement, i suppose n0t,
instead it is borrowed, not owned.

this is the time when the mind
and the heart meet at a certain point where all
you can see is a teardrop,
the only witness of all the emotion and memory
that came rapidly clashing in flashes,
now i am writing for someone
after Tink left me.

i saw loneliness
behind your smile,
behind those were mysterious
shadows of deep sadness,
i see your heart full of anger,
that really pours a boiling water
into my free heart.

there were still unseen images
running with confusion
that wreck the balance,
antagonistic like a stranger,
it once came to our love,
how i wish we'd meet someday,
and i hope that the projections
i see now,
will bring everything back as fast as its flash.
like a snap.
if only things moves in the same velocity.

desolation came,
then, i met you.
this is for you, little one,
to the one that just came,
left a mark and left you.
you didn't know much about Tink
as much as i know about you.
but for sure,
i know a little about those
that still hurt you.

one color of the rainbow
occupied your undisturbed world
recently,
Love.
and now i assume it will end
as a healing love.
it was the color of flame,
that was love,
it's never the flaming anger,
but how i see those fragile heart
hot glowing to ignite,
changing degrees into
teardrops.

all you thought it will turned into blue,
like the oldest star in the skies
that once flame to red,
although it was solitary in d sky,
it didn't stop flaming.

but for us,
slowly turns into yellow
like the reflection of the ocean
from the hot sunny sun.
pale but really strikes a lot
like needles into the eyes,

colors may define it,
to help alter the genuine emotions
but that was so damn coward.
he was so afraid to let it flourish,
i know he did the wrong thing.
he was so afraid of loving you so much,
the perfect you,
which he didn't want you to know
but i guess you saw it anyway.

it was so blurry
but how you still see
clear pixels of him
in your dreams
like he has been protecting you
with his purple light saber
from the alien invaders,
there was no love for a coward like him,
he doesn't deserve your love,
he doesn't even deserve to be loved.
with the kind of guy like him?
love will never in any chance summoned to him

i do not love her
because i know how to love,
been backtracking through my past,
some were short-lived,
which i prefer rather than the long-termed ones,
but with her i don't know
why i felt so secured,
that i will be loved for the rest of my life,
that is why i loved her,
and i know you felt the same way.

no matter how hurt you are,
love do forgives,
there will be no past in the future,
there will be no rewinds when we push the play again,
all i can see now is that someone is still out there who is waiting,
teardrops eventually evaporates, anyway.

jJ Bly
February 1, 2012
(in the process)