After Ever

Mature inner artwork . . . and no, the title's not backwards

 

It’s just not the same anymore. I am not the same.  

 

I know, I know. We always agreed to be honest with each other,   

 

but honesty hurts. . .even destroys.   

 

We once had dreams of being together, spoke of plans,

 

and were on the same page with most of them. 

 

So, what happened…to them, to us?  What happened? 

 

Is time such a silent killer that we didn’t feel a thing? 

 

Until now, I mean…when it’s too late to…to try again.  

 

Did we simply grow up then apart, and tell me,

 

How did we not notice the change when it’s us, only us. 

 

Yes, of course, life changes with time and growth

 

but life has always been there. We've seen others… 

 

and I am not the man most women slash in tongues, 

 

I was truthful, I was caring, I was in love, I was…

 

perhaps, I was also other things, too 

 

 Blind and unaware, too hard-working, too grown 

 

After all, we were kids when we met…We were kids… 

 

And now, I am the older man that still sees the girl  

 

Ah, yes. The girl that wanted me to not get up...  

 

to not go.

 

...ever. 

Author's Note

An art-inspired writing that stopped me instantly, and written in ten minutes.
Don't you love it when words flow like water?

Reviews

[Susana Puente]

I can totally match up in the feelin of letting go not only cruz that how u wrote it bit because in life..im dateing an older man and theres a chance i can play that part. Great! Poem!

[Wicahpi]

I wonder how this piece affects other hearts because it has touched mine for a personal reason. Because, I was the girl and he was the boy and I broke his heart. So, yes, this piece stung. It's all good though! I like it that way. When writing meets reality. Well done!

[wordman]

this is certainly a true to life write,i enjoyed reading it!
i like your profile as well,and you are right about touching other people
that`s why i never give a bad review

[Antoñyo]

Nor do I...
Thanks and glad you enjoyed it.

[wordman]

welcome to W/C

[Penlady]

Words flow freely when they are borne from the heart...this is a dialogue that is so familiar in today's society...that man to whom the picture is still clear and strong and to which he gave all....only to find the partner has grown to want more....but still not realizing she had it all and began to grow inward to a more selfish place.....if only the original love was surrendered to...all would feel the real worth...and it would continue......this wanting more is simply a diversion of a ruining kind! Wonderful writing!

[Antoñyo]

Thank you, Penlady.
I attempted to express both the change, and the need to pay attention so that change can be address along the way. Young love often grows apart when "real life" kicks in.

[Penlady]

Yes, and the REAL life is at times the most exciting....you conveyed exactly what you meant!

[Dhaye]

Very rare persons can accept that they have changed. People often put the blame on the other person, unaware that their perspectives change as they "grow up".
It is sad to know that the person whom one started making her dreams with has different dreams to reach now. Maybe he realized she is not what he wants after seeing her flaws he didn't see when they were younger.

I understand the point of the speaker here...he had grown up while the other one still remains a "kid". His plans changed because his perspectives are different now. The woman will only be a hindrance to his dreams since she never "grow up".

That "the girl that wanted me to not get up to not go" describes that photo you used. She's a woman who doesn't want her man to get up , uses her charm and sweetness so he won't leave her in their room. To her, love is just pure sweetness, while to him it is now so different.

Lol. That's my take on this poem. Idk if it makes sense. Your poem is effective and so moving for me who can relate to it. The artwork is excellent for mature eyes. You used simple word choice but combined with the style plus artwork, this piece is superb! My rating is 100/100 but won't hit that here because it will only give you 93. Lol.

I always love your work. I am always a fan. Thank you for sharing your creativity with us, A. God bless you richly.

[Antoñyo]

Since the words came without stopping to think, I can't say a point was in mind. I can only say I avoided the usual "beautiful morning in love" topic I prefer, to something deeper to offer others because neither side pertains to me currently. And yes, the portrait inspired the last lines ~which wrote themselves before the beginning :-)

Thanks for the awesome review, and for your time and devotion, Dhaye