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“It’s Just Too Late”
Full on adults now I often think what we could’a been; I’m sure its on top of the world writing books for little children. Being a fan of your work you really challenged my hand and helped prefect my pen. And I must admit I always come around checking again and again to see your fonts. Hoping I can read between the lines and get a glimpse of your thoughts.
It’s like a heartbreak all over again when I write about these feelings because I awaken the emotions only I seem to be feeling. It’s hard to be morally correct and not selfish.
“Facts Over Feelings”
Something I’ve lived by for some time now but it’s hard because deep down I’m bottled up with thoughts and words I can’t say out loud.
Struggles of being a Man.
Teary eyed as I write this like it’s my last time Ima write shit.
Only God can judge me but I’m not trying to be the center of laughter again. I understand if we can’t be friends. It’s just more things I wish I can say but even then I know the words I speak won’t hold no weight.
I’ve lost so much more than you can take but it made me who I am today. When I stared at you and smiled did you think it was real or fake? Did you ever question how I really feel? I thought you knew me better. Like I said there’s more I wish I can say but I know my words won’t carry any weight.
Reminiscing that time when you just kept telling me, “ It’s too late…”
So many times I wanted to say I miss you.
So many times I wanted to say let me hug and kiss you.
So many times I wanted to say I miss your family and their love too.
So many times I wanted to say… I still love you.
But me saying that won’t change the fact that it’s just too late.
So instead of expressing my forgotten heart to you I just extended my hand to be there for you once again. I provided real love. Unconditional love. That love we used to talk about and dream of. The love of a friend who only wants to see you win.
I hold in a lot and it aches me at times. Your name comes up maybe like 4 or 5 times. Always in a good light because it was all love.
Then should I have put up more of a fight? Or should you have given us more time?
Shoulda woulda coulda
“It’s just too late
It’s like a heartbreak all over again when I write about these feelings because I awaken the emotions only I seem to be feeling. It’s hard to be morally correct and not selfish.
“Facts Over Feelings”
Something I’ve lived by for some time now but it’s hard because deep down I’m bottled up with thoughts and words I can’t say out loud.
Struggles of being a Man.
Teary eyed as I write this like it’s my last time Ima write shit.
Only God can judge me but I’m not trying to be the center of laughter again. I understand if we can’t be friends. It’s just more things I wish I can say but even then I know the words I speak won’t hold no weight.
I’ve lost so much more than you can take but it made me who I am today. When I stared at you and smiled did you think it was real or fake? Did you ever question how I really feel? I thought you knew me better. Like I said there’s more I wish I can say but I know my words won’t carry any weight.
Reminiscing that time when you just kept telling me, “ It’s too late…”
So many times I wanted to say I miss you.
So many times I wanted to say let me hug and kiss you.
So many times I wanted to say I miss your family and their love too.
So many times I wanted to say… I still love you.
But me saying that won’t change the fact that it’s just too late.
So instead of expressing my forgotten heart to you I just extended my hand to be there for you once again. I provided real love. Unconditional love. That love we used to talk about and dream of. The love of a friend who only wants to see you win.
I hold in a lot and it aches me at times. Your name comes up maybe like 4 or 5 times. Always in a good light because it was all love.
Then should I have put up more of a fight? Or should you have given us more time?
Shoulda woulda coulda
“It’s just too late
Published 26th Jul 2021
Author's Note
Thank you DUP….
Thank My Sweet B
As a young man I was in love and what I learned from being in love is that it hurts and it can sometimes be one sided. Promises are just words that sound good. Expectations are what hurts the most. Moving on is a process and swallowing pride is part of that process. If you’re reading this I hope you know I do wish things was different. I always wished that. We really could have been something back when and deep down you know that. I know you don’t care much about it but I’m ok with that. I hope you remember me by being someone who looked out for your best interest even when your best interests didn’t involve me. I always stayed loyal and true despite my faults and what you may have heard. I NEVER spoke negative on your name.
Thank My Sweet B
As a young man I was in love and what I learned from being in love is that it hurts and it can sometimes be one sided. Promises are just words that sound good. Expectations are what hurts the most. Moving on is a process and swallowing pride is part of that process. If you’re reading this I hope you know I do wish things was different. I always wished that. We really could have been something back when and deep down you know that. I know you don’t care much about it but I’m ok with that. I hope you remember me by being someone who looked out for your best interest even when your best interests didn’t involve me. I always stayed loyal and true despite my faults and what you may have heard. I NEVER spoke negative on your name.
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26th Jul 2021 7:54am
It's a nice, introspective read.
Being a man brings its own challenges...The 1st paragraph is particularly poignant upon re-reading...it makes perhaps the most emotionally powerful section--self-revelation to vulnerability, rather than ex-pressing and emoting, but showing the emotions through observed action. Deeply affecting, but in the beginning it comes perhaps before the reader can appreciate it. In that sense there's a narrative / dramatic shape to the poem, which centers on the occasion of the poem itself, as a potential message to someone reading.
Facts over feelings indeed! Men are evaluated based on what we do, not what we feel. Brutal, but true!
Enjoyed!
Being a man brings its own challenges...The 1st paragraph is particularly poignant upon re-reading...it makes perhaps the most emotionally powerful section--self-revelation to vulnerability, rather than ex-pressing and emoting, but showing the emotions through observed action. Deeply affecting, but in the beginning it comes perhaps before the reader can appreciate it. In that sense there's a narrative / dramatic shape to the poem, which centers on the occasion of the poem itself, as a potential message to someone reading.
Facts over feelings indeed! Men are evaluated based on what we do, not what we feel. Brutal, but true!
Enjoyed!
