Spark

I’ve come here
to find my serenity
in the solitude of my soul.
I don’t want to think
about you anymore.
Don’t want to think if
our love would last an eternity.
Was there even love?
I’m not sure
if I can call it love.
A spark so sharp
to pierce me through
not growing further
to flames
for it was blew out
and never it shall be lit again.
What’s left now?
I’ve longed for something
I’ve never had.
A fantasy of love
I wanted to feel
I wanted to have
I dreamt of.
I’ve come here
to finally say goodbye.

© W. Donovan

Home

You want me to go back home
What is home?
For you
For me
it’s where my heart is
Not where my heart is
buried under the ground
of your monarchy
You want me to go back home
Not because you love me
but because you feel alone
Not because you want me there
but because you hear the whispers
Which tell you
you shouldn’t have done
all the things you had done
You want me to go home
where the walls echo
how rotten you really are
Was it home?

© W. Donovan

Voices [VII]

Voices in my head
I can hear them all the time
whisper that I’m a bad man.
Down on my knees
I’m begging for mercy.
Is that what you wanted?
You don’t understand anything.
I did it because I wanted to
I wanted to be worthy of you.
But you still don’t understand.
I told you many times
that I loved you.
You thought it was a joke
You thought it was a fad
You thought it was a lie
Do you believe me now?
Will you let me love you
be close to you
even if you don’t want it.
Please tell me
that you’ve forgiven me
that you need me
that I deserve it.

© W. Donovan

Surface

My tears ruffle the peaceful surface of the ocean
It’s no longer a reflection of the calm sky
The peace of our souls. It’s nothing
Our hearts are broken now
and we can bury everything in the ground.

© W. Donovan

Soulmate

I regret I wasn’t listening
to you more carefully
Before
I ignored you
talked to you
but didn’t listen.
I’m sorry.
I can imagine
how you might’ve felt.
I know I was blind
hadn’t seen the signs.
I know I was deaf
I hadn’t heard your voice.
I’m sorry, I didn’t know.
I wish I listened.
Now I can’t speak to anyone
without seeing your face
without hearing your voice
without imagining our conversations.
God, I miss it so much
our talks.
I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.
I didn’t understand it
Probably that’s why you left.
Now I try to remember
every detail from our talks.
Now I want to ask you questions
I didn’t ask when I had a chance.
God, I wish I was listening.
I’m sorry, I didn’t know
you were my soulmate.

© W. Donovan