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To Fade Into the Past

To Fade Into the Past

We were miserable in love

To Fade Into the Past

I sometimes go through phases where I become extremely goal-oriented and focused on one task. However, I’ve recently fallen into a routine and have been expressing myself much less often. I’ve become somewhat stagnant.

Still, I love my job and I love my life. I may be simply, slowly building my resume, but I know that I am taking small steps forward every day. I will also always write to express myself, even if less frequently at times.

Furthermore, I realize that many who read my poems know when a poem I’ve written is about them. I wrote Unadulterated You and I Forgive You – Because I’ve Seen the Good in You – Because I Care Despite Not Wanting To nearly two years ago to cope with a breakup.

As with any breakup, there was tension. However, I cared for the person I was with and will always wish them happiness. I hope you enjoy these poems.

Unadulterated You

all the nights we’d spend
sprawled, sound in bed:
sheltered w/ limbs entwined
yet trembling and anxious
for the days ahead:

I just couldn’t sleep
late into morning
knowing you loved me less
than you had back then

when my insatiable lust
for your lips
could only be eclipsed
by the ferocity
of your tempestuous notions.

I caught heaven in your stare
so now here, I awkwardly stand
in silence to support you:
despite, and for all we endured.

I’ll never regret the time we spent.

I Forgive You

you never took home
that single, undying black rose
and yet it was something
you always wished to receive

so unironically, by where
you used to lie naked each night
it remains a token of our departure:
your temper, the elation (and of each
promise you swore you’d never keep).

I wept but did not plead:
having enquired as if to expect
anything but silence or that same response

where you’d make it abundantly clear
that you never really cared
for the way my disability disadvantaged me

so though I accept
that we were destined
to fade into the past

sometimes I close my eyes
to remember when you kissed me one last time
as if your lips were laced with somnasol

Justus Reinhardt

Justus Reinhardt enjoys writing articles, comics, poetry and prose stories. Through his compositions, Justus' goal is to help others by providing awareness to misunderstood topics.

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