It’s a Cliché.

You’re the one I’ve been looking for
You’re my soul’s questions answered
You’re my favorite mistake
You’re my favorite failure

She’s away and I reach for the phone
The memory, so hard to own
And I tear it all to pieces, just like the rest
But she’s waiting for me at the end
And each temptation, each offered sin
Leaves the same harsh scent burnt on my skin
But each memento, each memory
Leads me back to home and history
And even if it’s perfect, I just don’t know
It brings back the question on my nagging soul
So when the same old smile contrasts a brand new wave
I know in my heart, I can’t be saved.

I’ve bled out what’s left of my sympathy
And now I can only pretend
I’ll apologize for my attempt
You know I didn’t mean to offend
There’s no note of promise left in your voice
I have no smile left to lend
There’s nothing left to say now
It’s another
bittersweet
end.

This poem was written/submitted by Shane Kanan Abrams.