A registered physical therapist in the Philippines, Mona is endlessly in pursuit of her true passion-poetry and the arts.
I hope you don't remember me when you miss being loved.
when the hours get lonely and moments are dull,
ignore whatever is left in your memory of me if such a thing still exists.
know that the flame, once blazing and alive has eventually demised
just as your thoughts of me were thrown in the wind, without hesitation
scattering, abandoning your heart, mind and soul
all to make room for someone else. Someone no less.
And when the lazy Sunday afternoons roll in,
they'll be just like any other day. As if we didn't use to spend them together.
no more chances and hidden nooks for maybes
I take you only as a visitor from my dreams.
That's where you're supposed to stay, buried in the deepest recesses
solely coming to life the moment I close my eyes.
Oh, but how I love to sleep. Might I as well give it up?
just so opportunities are fewer, because even in my dreams you're still who you were.
not the stranger who allowed himself to indulge in another,
nor someone who lost his care and half his sanity.
and it still hurts like being freshly wounded, the pain of being picked at
over and over again--scathing, relentless, indomitable.
Does it empower you to say, or admit
that you were the one who got away?
Because I don't believe that you're ashamed as you insist,
you're guilt isn't overflowing. What guilt is there in realizing what you actually want?
No matter if it means trampling other people. That's life. It happens.
acceptance is the key to move forward, or forever hold a grudge and be indignant.
It's wretched to stay stuck in between.
still rooted here, even after such a long time.
I would give the world to have this gone and moving
but right now, this poem is everything I possess.
one that you'll never get a chance to see, nor would spare time to read
despite my courage in pressing it to you
but I don't wish to live just to see that day.
my worth is still in the process of realization but it's picking up speed.
so leave these memories forgotten, pretend you weren't once profoundly loved
I deserve more than mere spontaneity from minds of the dim-witted
when they recall being adored and the ground they stepped on being worshipped.
such a pity how you didn't get the love you risked everything for,
its unrequited state bound to haunt you forever.
and while you sit there, waiting for something to happen,
I'll be off in pursuit of greener pastures to forget the withered mess that you are.
Marissa from Nigeria on July 18, 2020:
@Mona Ferrero, thanks for the comment!
Mona Ferrero (author) from Philippines on July 17, 2020:
Well, a break up can surely bring out all those profound emotions. Thank you, Marissa.
Marissa from Nigeria on July 17, 2020:
Wow, I absolutely love everything about this piece, from the beginning to the end. My favorite part is ' my worth is still in the process of realization but it's picking up speed.' I really love this part. Great job!
Mona Ferrero (author) from Philippines on July 11, 2020:
Thank you Olusegun.
OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on July 11, 2020:
Once beaten twice shy, he should stay off, for changes to take place. Good work.
Mona Ferrero (author) from Philippines on July 07, 2020:
thank you Chatra :)
CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on July 07, 2020: