Eman The Messenger - The Fool

Why do they keep leaving?
Maybe my heart contains strings they like to play with?
Does my heart make a sound so beautiful that I am so unaware of?
The sound of strumming
and strings eventually snapping
must sound like music to the ears of those who leave as they please
Or I'm picking wrong
Maybe I'm choosing to align myself with people who look like my trauma
But when runaways disguise themselves as family, friends or fresh lovers -
Can you really blame me?
Before they appeared red they were green
… Flags; they were green
A summer dream,
Like an open field of grass
Trees blowing with the wind
People tend to speak your language until autumn
Then the flags turn amber
Leaves change colour
But you are convinced that it’s just the season
And so you reason, you help, you love, you fight
For the green leaves you once gazed upon in the breeze
Until you realise..
They were using your own blood to nourish the soil underneath them
You were just trying to be a “good friend”
Are red flags always red?
Or are they red in hindsight because of our blood that's been spilled on them?
My antenna picked up a good signal
Something better than my past abandonments
Who could've known that an EMP
Was waiting for me in the mystery of who these past people really were
So here’s a thought...
When someone says they care about you
Wait
Until their body has learned the rhythm of their words
Wait
Until love is not just a moment but a living epistle
Wait
But don’t wait too long
Because regardless of how long you wait
Love will always be a risk
And sadly, risk management is not your Saviour
So mitigate but don’t negate… Your feelings, your love.
Don’t be too quick to cover what you see in others
Let your heart feel
Abandonment is apart of the story
So see the good in people anyway
Abandonment is here to stay
If God was abandoned, how much more you?
And, to answer your question
Yes, of course it hurts
But scars give us a reason to dance and builds our hearts
So my arms are still open
I am a burgled house still waiting for repairs
My chest, a fragmented door
My shoulder joints are broken hinges
For risking love again and again
Some would call me a fool
… I’m a fool
But love is reserved for fools
So friend, I know it hurts
But when you get your act together
Your makeup done, and outfit pressed
The show must go on
You must risk it all again and again
Us lovers can be fools
But love is reserved for fools
Author: Eman The Messenger
Email: ⁠[e-mail]⁠
Poet's Website:
www.⁠emanthemessenger.com⁠
Link To The book:
www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C1J7FKJ...

[@Cynthia_Okoye.]

Don’t know the words to describe this,but it is so good,captivating and I love it.
We really are fools when in love.

[@NovaDaley]

Beautiful

[@michaeleok_]

I'm glad you enjoyed it