Poetry two original poems about my lost muse Megan...

[psychoblast]

I DON'T CRY FOR YOU​

what i don't do
is cry for you.

i cry for what I've lost
self-deception and lies
these tears are not for you
but for loss of your disguise.

i cry for what I've gained
bitter truths to swallow
these tears don't fall for you
but your words made hollow.

i cry for this moment
and a past misunderstood
soon these tears won't fall at all
your bad times gone for good.

what i don't do
is cry for you.

​

I CRY FOR YOU​

I learned on Thursday
that you died
So many tears
I've cried and still cry.

Though uncertainties
plagued our days
despite them all
our love found a way.

I write as I sob
I miss you
Will never stop
till my life is through.

I cry for myself
for your pain
for all futures
we can never gain.

Megan now you're gone
Night falls, truths dawn
The ways you held back
that made me attack
were so slight
compared to forever
never setting things right
But ever we know
to pure love we all flow
I'll see you when I go to the light.

04.18.2025
(for my lost muse Megan, 1972-2025)

~psychoblast~

We dated in college for about a year. At the end, I proposed, she said no, and we split that night and never spoke again for 32 years (to be fair, she was only 18 and I was graduating and proposed out of insecurity and her declining was probably sensible). 32 years later, a couple months after my divorce was final, I searched her name on Facebook, found she was living 13 miles away, saw she had been widowed six months earlier. We reconnected for almost 2 crazy dramatic years as we dated on and off, as we both struggled with trust, mental illness and addiction. I wrote the first poem in January during one of our break ups, and the second a few days ago.

 

[Mjäll]

I think these were quite good.

At first i thought they were about a mouse and was ready to roll with that assumption, with the way you framed sorrow work in itself as the central bit.

But in all honesty, the poems did take on a more serious tone after realizing they were about a human person and not a mouse.

 

[deficiT]

I DON'T CRY FOR YOU​

what i don't do
is cry for you.

i cry for what I've lost
self-deception and lies
these tears are not for you
but for loss of your disguise.

i cry for what I've gained
bitter truths to swallow
these tears don't fall for you
but your words made hollow.

i cry for this moment
and a past misunderstood
soon these tears won't fall at all
your bad times gone for good.

what i don't do
is cry for you.

​

I CRY FOR YOU​

I learned on Thursday
that you died
So many tears
I've cried and still cry.

Though uncertainties
plagued our days
despite them all
our love found a way.

I write as I sob
I miss you
Will never stop
till my life is through.

I cry for myself
for your pain
for all futures
we can never gain.

Megan now you're gone
Night falls, truths dawn
The ways you held back
that made me attack
were so slight
compared to forever
never setting things right
But ever we know
to pure love we all flow
I'll see you when I go to the light.

04.18.2025
(for my lost muse Megan, 1972-2025)

~psychoblast~

We dated in college for about a year. At the end, I proposed, she said no, and we split that night and never spoke again for 32 years (to be fair, she was only 18 and I was graduating and proposed out of insecurity and her declining was probably sensible). 32 years later, a couple months after my divorce was final, I searched her name on Facebook, found she was living 13 miles away, saw she had been widowed six months earlier. We reconnected and for crazy, dramatic years we dated on and off, as we both struggled with trust, mental illness and addiction. I wrote the first poem in January during one of our break ups, and the second a few days ago.

Damn... That's some really hard shit to go through.

I am sorry for your loss. These are beautiful poems though.