A Burn in Anonymity

What Else Do I Do…But Burn When I Think Of You

“Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I will burn this note upon finishing it, in hopes that no eyes will dare utter these words.

These words that drift like a boat on the sea and soar like ascending birds.

That I think of you sometimes, and wonder what life would be like one day,

To feel the serenity of your smile that could turn the grimmest day, gay.

It’s because I drift to the thoughts of you or a fondness to dream of.

To be free on the edge of a cliff called love that sails through the sky up above.

And that it would carry me on a height of knowing you.

This feeling of adoration to be seen between us two.

When intimacy takes us and covers us in sweet nothings.

With our fingers intertwined in lace and fate that’s bound by everlasting strings.

Since our mouths spoke words to tell stories about moments felt and moments shared.

And I could tell that you were listening and that you truly cared.

How I burn for these moments when a broken heart is mended with time and affection.

And I give you all of my attention.

Until I burn these words with regret.

For a moment I haven’t felt yet.

A little bitter sweet ending for this poem that can be based around unrequited love, or a yearning for that feeling of it. A coy sense of hiding it and yet sharing it with the world. And loving the search, but also resenting it as well.

I wrote this poem to express something personal, that I am happily single yet still have moments when I long for finding a soul partner one day. Not to sound all sappy but in those quiet moments, I think of these thoughts.

And now, I felt the need to share. I know good things take time but expressing these words and feelings on Medium helps me heal and transmute them into something beautiful. Thank you for being a safe space.

The quote mentioned earlier says that it’s worse to have never loved and it is better to have felt the sting of a broken heart. I ponder if that is true. Maybe I have never truly loved and that’s why. Or maybe I did and it wasn’t everything that it’s cracked up to be. I don’t know. You decide if you can. I won’t judge.

But anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who read this poem for making it to this line, and reading my side notes. It means a lot. I know some rambles may need to end so I’m ending this one. Thank you for staying with me on this journey to the end of this piece.

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