My "Nova"

I don't care

I don't care 

I don't care

What you knew

 

I don't care 

I don't care

I don't care

When you knew it too.

 

You still did it

My one unforgivable sin

You still did it

Lied to my face

 

and your voice sounded like

rain striking against tin.

 

So expressionless, 

my "Nova" 

as you broke my heart. 

 

So emotionless, 

"my" warrior

as you tore me apart. 

 

Why? Why! Why?

Why did you hide-

Why? Why! Why? 

the truth in your lies?

 

What is trust but a word,

Which to you held such weight

What is love? but a feeling?

Once you think you've found your mate.

 

I loved you, I love you,

I loved you, it's agony.

I love you, I hate you,

I want you, despite my memory.

 

How can I move forward??

How do I go back?

When everyone else pales

against your face

and I lack

 

the strength to push you away.

 

"Weakness grows from idleness"

and my dear, I've been busy

but no matter how hard I work

I can't escape my misery.

 

This isn't about your new life

though it's true that sometimes I do

question if this new life

really belongs to you.

 

Who are you?!

Why is she?

the one you truly 

want to be?

 

With?

 

I hope she makes you happy, 

I hope she brings you joy,

Though you'll always be to me,

Just a hurting little boy.

 

I love you, I hate you,

and.....?  I don't know.  

But mostly-

I think that "our" life

wasn't meant to grow.

 

So what is left? What remains?

When your fire has burned out?

I don't know, maybe nothing. 

But I guess

 

It's up to me to find out. 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Every poet ever has had one devastating breakup, and this poem is about mine. I called him my "Nova"- not only because that was the middle of his name but because when he came to me, he was a bright spot in my dark universe. 

 

And when he left, he took all the light of my heavens with him. 

 

When you have a love like that it doesn't matter how long or how far away you are, you always remember them. 

So- this is for the one who was formerly my "Nova". 

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don't worry

even if we never move

Everything good is so difficult 

because reminds us of the future

 

nice poem