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On A Wednesday Poetry Entry RYAN PARANI
On A Wednesday Poetry Entry RYAN PARANI
On A Wednesday Poetry Entry RYAN PARANI
“A poem that proves I am THAT poet and no person can ever steal my poems from me because I remember
everything that happened. If someone tries to steal these words from me and I'm making myself known to them.”
The greatest love stories were over after the published tabloids in 1948
When I rode with you in the jeepney on the tenth of October,
I quite couldn't tell if it was my karma or was brought by fate
So I spent the last five months loving you while sober
I spent the last 100 days before Christmas wondering if you'll be my present
I got a hundred speeches out at my unspoken words I unsent
From all the people I couldn't find myself in before you became my present
Thought you'd be the one after many failures but I have this poem I must present
So I spent the last five months, learning to unlove your presence, but you were yesterday in time
I know my past, and I knew when love wouldn't last
But even through all the failed attempts of my misery pages that turned to dust
You know even I couldn't answer the question
“Until when would I love you, until when would it last?”
I wrote a hundred stanzas and a couple dozen poems finding the right words
For the right poem, for the right time
I never had someone fight for me but my words are my swords
And if it's fated it's meant to be, here's a poem of you that rhymes
I can never learn how I'd teach you to give me a piece of your mind
Nor could I ever teach you how to read my lines
And so, I sent you a messenger of my poetry on a Wednesday
It was all about the way I love and grieved into my brokenness that lingers today
I broke myself three times for you and all you do is break yourself for your own ghost
You had your got-away, but I wonder if I just lost the love of my life,
So here's a champagne toast, for all the love that turned into ghosts
Us losers are the one that loves the most,
And even if my memory of what happened fades away, we'll always remember
I am a poet and have no muse in my love fever
You were once my muse yet you lost your only poet
I lost my only muse but I will always be a poet
We'd meet past one another where no one would know how we yearn for love in these days
In steep stairways, newly painted courts, and caved hallways
We broke ourselves for the wrong people here in Wonderland
And you'd know my poems you'll never understand