Black and Red - poem

A new poem for you all. 

Inspired by: doodling red and black hearts in my notebook (as if I am twelve...)When: 27/11/2013 in lecture

Black and Red

Black hearts against the red.

Can you see them?

They are the brightest hearts

(sometimes.)

Those lovers:

their eyes shine.

They are clever and bold and bright

and cruel.

(Like we were.)

We were shining, weren't we?

We were, and still are, 

young

with red-blood pumping.

Through time, we've changed. 

Your heart is matte now,

mine shines in the dark.

You can have the Sun my love, 

and I shall watch the stars

(Our stars.) 

You will learn to love again.

I shall finally learn to live.

My black, black heart

oh, how you made it beat.

You still do, you know

(but do you know your effect on me?)

I think you will love her

she isn't the one, but she is Alive. 

Enough for you, anyway.

(She isn't me, is that good?)

I wasn't enough. (Could I have been?)

OR: I was too much, perhaps?

We have danced together

beneath the stars.

Will I feel the light of the Sun

on my skin again?

There is no heat on my skin.

Not anymore.

You are alive, my darling.

And I shall be forever jealous;

guarding my stars in the black night

that is my heart. 

My opinion on young love

Young love isn't the best thing in the world; it’s the freshness that accompanies it that so many of us cling to. Those first experiences that you can never get back. The first love. The first heartbreak. No matter whom they are or how you feel about them, they are always in the back of your mind, and they will stay there until you find the real thing. You aren't clinging to the past, it's just following you on with your journey until you are ready to let go and finally grow up and live your life.

So don't forget, or regret young love: remember it until Time has played its hand, and you have moved on to find that one person who understands your dreams, your lies, your faults, and your secrets. 

When you do that, you will want for nothing.