Samaira
May 06, 2011

A liar - that's me.

I have come out
of the feeling I had
I have let go of the passion
with which I was clad.

I don't think of you
every morning as I wake up
Nor do I tie my hair
the way you liked.

I don't cook
your favorite dishes anymore
And I have abandoned
'that black dress' for sure.

I don't anymore
hum your favorite songs
And our conversations
from my memory, are gone.

I have no idea
how funnily you smiled
And I am unaware
that your jokes made me wild.

In my heart
the warmth of you is dead
I don't even notice
your absence from our bed.

You don't come across my mind
when I get wet in the rain
And trust me I never
want to see you again.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: CHE

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Hooded Stranger

Hooded Stranger

13 years 11 months ago

This is my favoutite poem of the day...I want to send this to my ex, and the title is hilarious too.

Liar liar, pants on fire...

HS

Loreli

Thanks for pointing it out to me :-)
Funny how we can lie to ourselves so effectively.....

Cheers,
Lori

R

raj

11 years ago

Upon reading this poem I wish to say that you are neither alone to have those pangs of hurt nor one to lie that you don't miss a loved one. This is a human trait to lie that one doesn't love the once loved anymore. Anyways, it's good to let out steam through the medium of poem like you have done, as too Loreli in her similar post.

Regards,