Poetry: “I Remember” by Zee Rizon

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I remember liking a boy
I do get excited and proud
Each time I see him in the crowd
Finding his presence was truly easy
Since it’s the face I could only see

I remember liking a boy
Who finally looked me in the eye
He smiled, and yes, it was worthwhile
Days later he called me up at nighttime
He said, “maybe we could hangout sometime?”

I remember liking a boy
Who I loved to have a conversation with
Being home late just to enjoy and breathe
He got curious how it felt to love
And told me, “maybe you could show me how.”

I remember loving a boy
And it felt overwhelming to know how it all works
We talked and talked enjoying all the quirks
Young and innocent to know how to be broken
And hoping, maybe, time can be frozen

I remember loving a boy
That my folks never really quite knew
Either way, it was better, t’was something new
Every morning there he waits at the door
And it’s silly how everything makes me smile at the floor

I remember loving a boy
Who almost kissed me in front of his friends
Then he held my hand and told them I’m his girl
There was this tree where we wrote our names
And this tingly feeling he will leave me drained

I remember crying for a boy
Who got tired of that one thing I treasured the most
And the funny thing was, it was through a mobile phone
He probably didn’t know I was watching him from another room
Trying to stop the tears that fell so soon

I remember crying for a boy
Who was quick at breaking hearts
And pretended I’m an invisible art
I did try to say “hey,”
Then I remember,

He never actually knew my birthday

I remember crying for a boy
Staying awake at night
Wishing anything have shed some light
We pretended to be strangers down the hallway
Amazing how the brain is quick to say “no way!”

I remember moving on from a boy
When my eyes stopped being sore
He’s not in this place anymore
Maybe someone could make it better
Or we could do that later

I remember moving on from a boy
Who gets to call again
Asking if I’d been fine, I wonder

 Where do I start?
“Curse him because you’re mad!”
This is getting bad

I remember moving on from a boy
That in 5 years time
I barely would remember
The sun is now about to shine
There’s no use of all these ponder

I remember a boy
a first love

I remember myself
a free dove

I do remember things
But what’s the use?
If there’s a better life ahead of you

I’m not that girl anymore
That boy never loved more

I do believe we’re bound to have better lives
And might make our dreams come true
And will live happily ever after
Without the need of having each other

Poem by: Zee Rizon
Drawing by: Pristeen Vane

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