vernal seal
writer's note: the original poem is written in March 2024 and posted in March 2023, which makes the poem a year old. it is special to me to rewrite my old poems and to post it here. with love, jude.
How’s your heart after you
torn mine apart?
The girl you lied to me about,
is she still in the same usual spot?
You fled, but I’m still right
where you swore you love me.
The sweater you gave me last winter,
the happiest memories flowed on me like a sea.
You said I’m the one
but who is she?
Sure, she’s a friend of a friend
but her lips was pressed onto yours, is it?
But I can’t deny—
I tied my soul onto you.
I did all sin, crime, mistake—
everything I could do.
You made me watch all the shows
of your carnival.
Little did I knew you were waiting
for her arrival.
You made me look like a new sweater—
Cold and soft, pure.
My friends said there'll be a solution—
but you're the only cure.
You thought of me when she pulled up
and said, "Get in."
You saw me in her eyes,
and I bet it felt like a sin.
The guilt you had,
it was never yours.
The love you showed me
you gave it in blurs.
The midnight party,
passed so fast.
The final things you told me
didn't last.
Withering is the word
for your valentine, affectionate
flowers.
Yet, it was never ours.
- originally written in March 04, 2023
- rewritten and reposted in October 15, 2024