Faces - A Poem

Writing a creative piece is easy, there's not much courage required; what feels like a war is putting it out in the world. For all to see & interpret. Here's my share of courage. Let me know what you think of this one! 

Faces

I met a new face today.

But was it really a new face?

All I could see was how this new face looked nothing like you.

Yes, we humans don't actually look alike.

When this new face smiled, it didn't shine like yours.

When this new face whispered senseless jokes, it didn't make my heart flutter.

When this new face called out my name, it didn't make me want to kiss those perfectly perked, soft, plush lips.

When this new face looked at me with eyes dripping desire, it didn't make my stomach bile up with hunger.

Hunger to have you with a passion... enough to make The Great Himalayas come collide and melt.

Melt... melt with your demands.

Melt the same way, I would when you'd plead with your eyes trying to pull off all the walls that kept me in a closet away from your warm hold.

It's funny how this new face looked at me with pure intentions, intentions to explore, to implode inside of me.

While all I saw in this new face was your eyes, squinting with a ridiculously salty smirk signaling me to come close.

Close... close just like our hands did as there remained no space between the fingers.

While I imagined our breath intertwined, this new face came close, willing to be mine.

Mine... but can it actually be mine? You promised to be mine.

Was it a promise of forever? No, it was a silent promise you submitted to me and wanted me to follow.

But what was there to submit?

My body? What for... don't you have it already?

What makes mine special? You say it's because it's never been carved.

Carved... you carved me into this new face

Which I don't know. I see it for the first time. So, does this make me a new person now?

Should I pick this new face, paint it with some colors, and meet more new faces.

Let them carve me and then carve just once again? Or maybe more.

After all, we humans don't actually look alike.

All of our faces look different.

But all I can see in these new faces is old.

What used to be yours and mine.

:)

Here's a tiny piece of my mind on the poem. It starts with simple themes of longing, loss, and the complex emotions associated with the memory of a past. It delves into the idea of encountering new people or faces while constantly comparing them to the memory of a past love. Reflects the uniqueness of the previous relationship and the lingering emotional impact. A contemplation of a new encounter with someone unfamiliar. Comparing this "new face" to a previous love, highlights the differences and the sense of loss. The memories of the past love continue to haunt with the idea of moving on or whether they can ever truly replace what was lost. 

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Thank you for reading!🌻