Creative Writing – “A Declaration of Independence”

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By Saffron Sener | Arts & Entertainment Editor

June 15, 2015

January
you are not same
you bring me pain
instead of love
push comes to shove
and
you won’t explain
what’s to blame

February
tell me why
you had to lie
tell me how
you dared to allow
yourself to blatantly betray
my loving admiration that apparently had no weigh
and
I am still waiting on your reply

March
if I have to hear one more question
related to your progression
because no one knows
of the path that you chose
I want you to know
if I take one more blow
I will break
and don’t mistake
a fake smile for no aggression

April
did I see you today
I feel I may
have seen your face
in an unwelcome place
I wonder what your limits are
to deepen an already painful scar
even if this wasn’t planned
please learn to understand
I am not your prey

May
you spoke
you poke
you prod
you clawed
inside I die
and
you deserve to cry
yet
its my heart that’s broke

June
you didn’t care when I cried
and was forced to hide
my tears
and
my fears
and
all I had inside

July
your inability to stay away
or
the villain that you wish to portray
won’t tell me why will you not end
this constant waving river bend
and
with every step closer
and
though all you win over
my mind you do not sway

August
the heat I endure
and
the anger that you spur
the weather that I feel
and
the emotions you steal
are one in the same
both similar through your unrelenting claim
and we will never be as we were

September
the others that you infect
are beginning to collect
and
those around me detect
something is not right
because my life is not as bright
and they are correct

October
the evilest costume that I see
is the one you insist to be
it takes no fabric
or anything elaborate
simply being you
is enough in lieu
but your deceptiveness is key

November
today is my birthday
and you have nothing to say
which is the only gift I wish for
in this bloody hateful war
between two who used to care
but now cannot begin to bear
walking the same way

December
one could easily say that you are like snow
you come and you go
and
within you is a cold
of magnitudes untold
and
intervals of exposure
break all composure
and
only end in woe

January
you stole my grin
and
I never saw you again.

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