The original French version can be found here: [link]
One of my saddest poems I think, hope you like it though.
You can listen to me live reading it on the 38th episode of my podcast that you can find here: [link]
Poem detailed explanation:
So out of this story comes something pretty obvious, that loosing someone you love makes you really sad, even if this person is not dead, but just left your life. Also say that this poem was written a long time ago, so pardon me if I don't remember all the details.
Now for the poem in itself, as you might have noticed if you follow me from the beginning I like to start my poems with some obvious stuff and then go around it layer by layer, and that's exactly how this poem is structured. To make the reader feel the sense of desperation that I was feeling at that time, I make a strong statement here, begging the girl to come back, with the image in my head that we see in most movies, kneeling in front of her, and her going away, me grabbing her skirt and falling to the ground miserably. That I think it a pretty strong desperation image.
Here I feel like it's a drug, and to show it I say that what I feel is not only a deep love for the girl but a need for her, just like you would feel if you were addicted to drugs and they were taken away from you. And I may add that if I remember well once I heard on TV that love actually works like drugs.
The next part is where I share with the reader my view on love, and that is, that you come one with the person you love, like if you could blend yourself into the other, and both become only one entity, I often feel like that still now. It goes in pair with a little saying I really like that goes like this: We're both angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing each other.
Then I go into something I think I've already said in a past episode, that in order to know what love feels like, and what being left by the person you love feels like you have to experience it yourself, because it cannot be described, and that's what I try to do in these next few sentences.
Honestly I cannot remember why we would meet again if she left me, but something tells me that it would be something around the fact that I don't like to leave a relationship in a bad state, so I like to meet the girl afterwards and still be friends with her, talk and have a nice attitude one with the other, it makes the brake up that more bearable, and so far I've largely succeeded in doing so as I still have contact with all my past girlfriends. Then thing I really wanted to show too is that being heart broken is not a physical pain, but an inside one, which makes it that much harder to cure and relieve, all rejoining this image of despair I wanted to give to the poem.
In continuation with that I also wanted to show that reason and logic can be overthrown by feelings of love. Because your head says that you shouldn't do all this crazy stuff to get this girl back, I shouldn't even be that despaired about it, because it's unreasonable, but the feeling I have is just too strong and it completely shadows and blackened the mind so that feelings prevail.
I'm not only romantic about the poems I write but also in my everyday life. When I fall in love, I really think of it as all light and happiness, and everything that I write as a result of that, is the reality that I live everyday. So when I write that my heart is a blaze that burns a million lights, it's because I feel like it does. I can be inspired by lots of things, but love is certainly one that is the easier for me to write about, and the one that gives me the most inspiration. Let me tell you a little secret, sometimes I like to write poems that I don't post anywhere else, that I don't even keep for myself, they're all for my lover's to keep, and that for me is the greatest gift I can give them, because it's something of me that I give to them, which they can do whatever they want with it, and it will exist only for them, as no one else, no even me will have a copy.
But as romanticism can strengthen the feelings of love you have, it can unfortunately also strengthen the feelings of hate, and that shows well in the next few lines. Where I talk about a big dark wall that separates us, a wall of flames but also of cries. And to be honest hell inspired me all these lines, because at that time I felt like I was in hell. Then I took the cries and the flames together, and said that I cannot cry because the flames already burned me to ashes, and as I love birds I took the example of the phenix that can be reborn of the ashes, but for me it would only be possible if I heard the heart of the girl I love against mine.
Then I finish by reminding the reader of all the pain I'm feeling at the moment, and that proves the fact that my feelings are real, and also to remind everyone that love cannot be described but can only be felt. And because this is a sad and gloomy poem, it had to finish with a gloomy note, and not with a hopeful note as I usually do.