#I Never Missed you - Rico

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*I called the devil,
and he said hell was full
and that he had too much to do.
Then he hung up on me.

You were the person
with whom I lied together.
Oh, I was there
while your world was sinking.
I offered my shoulders
for you to cry on,
but, ironically,
you sank mine.

While I was getting lost,
you were finding yourself.
While my garden was dying,
you watered yours.
Deep down, I knew
I didn’t need you anymore.

I’ve even forgotten the color of your silver eyes,
your smile that bordered on perfection.
I forgot your overflowing ray of joy.
I never needed your calm, warm embrace.
I never needed your transparent love.
I’ve already forgotten that we sang the same song.
I never missed your sweet kiss.
I never missed you... or your orchid-scented perfume.

You,
for whom I lied to myself,
writing clear poems,
saying I had forgotten you.
But in this constant struggle,
the words became blades,
and the blades
waged wars.
And I
am a poet.
I don’t fight,
I only write.

I cannot save us.
My world is crumbling.
What we built is slowly falling
into chaos.

Set me free
just for tonight.
Let me make this plea.
I’m tired of remembering
how much I loved you,
and you must be tired
of appearing in my dreams.

I sailed without a sail and woke up without a sea.
I opened doors to the past,
but how foolish I am.
Never surrender to the past.
In my attempt to return to it,
I condemned the future
or what was left of it.*

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merry dove
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I really like the way you position the words, there is a very beautiful sensitivity in your poetry that I really like.

azure galleon
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i will read your poem now

merry dove
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Thankss🙌

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native ruin
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Wow, what a strong poem, it carries a sense of pain, the loss of a love, with a touch of overcoming or at least trying to overcome something, something that consumes you and afflicts you emotionally. There is a tension between the desire to be free of this love and the internal struggle to forget someone who, in a way, still occupies a deep space in his life and mind. All this pain transcribed here is almost visible, palpable.
The beginning is already striking with the lyricist saying that he has called the devil, a figure that we usually see as associated with evil, perdition, sins and wickedness in general, here he appears as someone who doesn't care about the lyricist, or as a reflection of how the lyricist sees himself, in the midst of all this feeling, this metaphor of “hell full” sounds like a representation that the frustration that the lyricist is feeling would be just one more in the chaos of the world, and this is very heavy and ingenious.
The second stanza takes us even deeper into the lyricist's anguished feelings, as if no one could understand what he's feeling, apart from the loved one to whom he offered his shoulders when he needed them. It's as if the lyricist had helped the loved one when they needed it, but ended up being consumed by his own demons or perhaps even those of the person, that of
I offered my shoulders
for you to cry on,
but, ironically,
you sank mine.

opal forgeBOT
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it's as if after the person has healed himself, he has simply “abandoned” the lyrical self with his own demons, as if he had just used him. This becomes clearer when he says that while he sank, the loved one moved on, finding herself, while his garden withered, she watered hers, as if she were becoming a better version of herself, while the lyrical self suffers from her emotions, and she basically doesn't give a damn. This is very touching and at the same time sad and gives a slight feeling of anger at the lack of emotional responsibility on the part of the beloved.
And with all this comes the lyrical self's “acceptance” that he “doesn't need” the person he loves any more, the revelation that he has forgotten her, and everything about her, such as her almost perfect smile, her silver eyes, her overflowing ray of joy, her hugs, her love, her kisses and even the songs they sang together, but we can clearly see that this isn't true, because just the fact that he remembers and expresses these details about the person he loves and the moments they shared together only shows that he hasn't truly forgotten her. It's as if he's trying to repeat this to himself as a kind of defense to try to get away from the pain, as if, by repeating that he's forgotten, he can really do that, but often, we try to convince ourselves that we've gotten over someone, but the memories insist on haunting us, even when we don't want to anymore. but the pain of love, only time heals.

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And this is only proven when he himself says that he lied to himself in his poems when he said he had forgotten her, the part where he also says that “writing became a blade” is incredible. The act of writing, of putting feelings down on paper, ceases to be just a form of expression and becomes a weapon that cuts and wounds and makes the internal struggle between trying to move on and not being able to get rid of the pain clearer. It's as if the process of creating is both a form of healing and a form of destruction, as if you're pulling the pain out with your hands, feeling relief but at the same time pain.

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And the ending is devastating, when he says that he has “condemned the future” by trying to return to the past, as if he had tried something with a loved one that may not have worked out before but this time he decided to give it another go, even knowing the risks, and this is nothing more than love in its pure essence, the simple act of loving and feeling and surrendering, but with all this she realizes that holding on to this is hindering her future in love from happening, which gives weight to the image that our choices have an impact on our relationship with the past, our present and what is to come. But frustrations and disappointments in love cannot prevent another love from arising in the future, a real love, one that cares, that really loves. Holding on to the past is just a way of creating a bad image of love, which is one of the most beautiful feelings there is. It's a rollercoaster ride, often chaotic, but it's still beautiful when it's pure and true. Simply beautiful and profound, I loved it!!!SaberSaysPretty paptcry

azure galleon
modest zodiac
azure galleon
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Its def not one of my most clean poems

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Lol

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But thanks friend ;>

modest zodiac
azure galleon
inner oriole
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amazing honestly

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If Poe is in heaven he already read this masterpiece

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I would really like it if you, yourself can give me some critic on my work

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azure galleon
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solid sparrow
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Oooohh the juxtaposition in this poem issss unbelievable. The metaphors you used to describe how you lost yourself while helping her 😭 I'm in awe! The irony where u stated I've even forgotten the color of your silver eyes!! I'm totally in love with this poem. Gooddd jobb!!!

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Thank you loaf!

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azure galleon
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Thats the best gift

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Of my whole life

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