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I Don’t want what I never had

Who would’ve said that after being my one and only inspiration for everything ranging from life itself to writing and painting I would end up absolutely out of inspiration? You were the muse of my midnight tales and my watercolor paintings and now, you’re nothing but a memory. A memory not even strong enough to write a short verse or a poem that doesn’t rhyme. Even your lack of love meant dozens of hours of melancholic entertainment. Your lips aren’t the lips I once wondered how they would feel with mine. They just seem like anyone’s lips. Your eyes are not the mysterious constellation that trapped me and lift me to the heavens anymore. Your voice isn’t that sweet song that I used to listen carefully. The truth is that I don’t love you anymore, I don’t feel a thing for you anymore, but I somehow cherish that feeling you gave me. You gave me hope even if I already knew there wasn’t a chance. The idea of “you” made me wonder how it would be like to be by your side. Now I don’t care who’s by your side, I couldn’t care less if it were me or that guy you always talked about. I cherish how I felt, my heart is now full yet my life feels empty.

© Gabriel Berm


Someday | Poem by Gabriel Berm

I envy the stars
For they keep you company at night
I fear other men
For they could break your heart into ten
I struggle through the day
When your presence is far away
I dream perhaps someday
I could hold your hand and hug you tight
Perhaps someday
I could see into your bright eyes
And kiss you until the sunrise
Perhaps someday
I will wake up holding you in my arms
Perhaps someday
You’ll clean my life of sorrows
Perhaps someday
What’s yours and mine will be called ours
And after loving you for years
And many flowers
Your eyes will still captivate mine
And your heart
Filled with feelings and superpowers
Will keep the life of this man
From tasting sour.

© Gabriel Berm