poem: gold/dust

A gold ring with a single diamond 
Sits on a shelf collecting dust
And I’m trying not to let this affect my trust issues, but to me
Love
Is not something to be taken lightly –
Love
Is something to be treasured, nourished, protected –
Love
Is sometimes enough.  

And maybe it wouldn’t have gone so hard on me 
If I hadn’t sunk myself so deeply into this,
If I’d learned to recognize the warning signs 
And walked away in time 
Before my life was you, and you – 
You were somebody else. 

But you see – 
I’ve always been most comfortable
In the company of my own making
It’s not that I’m antisocial – people fascinate me
But I find being around them draining,
Maintaining this smile isn’t as easy 
As you might think
Sitting around waiting for gaps in the 
Conversation, so I could speak, 
And the white noise of my past relationships
Has always drowned out my identity
And swallowed my aloneness.   

And then I found – You. 
Someone I never got tired of being around
Someone who just got me
With you, I could be quiet.
With you, I could be the truest version of myself. 

Until one day, I noticed – you stopped getting me
You didn’t really see me
So I learned to shout. 
And then I thought – it’s because 
I was SHOUTING 
So I learned to -whisper-   
I learned to exist 
In the hairline fractures
Of our turbulent silence. 

I promised to love, cherish and respect 
Until death do us part 
And my vow
Was the glue that held us together 
My vow
Kept me taking you back and forgiving you time and again
For these shitty awful situations you put me in
My vow
Was the glue that held ME together.

Then it ended, 
Not with a whimper but a bang
And it was me who pulled the trigger
It was me who stood there
with the smoking gun in my hand
I tried to take it back
and tell you I didn’t mean it
but we both knew that I did –
And the words wouldn’t leave my mouth…

They wouldn’t leave my mouth.