For an Anonymous man

Authors note: I constructed this poem from a conversation with my friend, Damian. He was telling me about the love of his life, Sarah. I don’t really remember what happened, but Damian believes and still believes to this very day (3 years later) that the day he lost her love, was the day the joy of life died. I wrote this poem for him to give her, he never did. I wrote it for him even though I secretly had feelings for him. Although at this stage I had never met him, only msn. I fell in love with his passion; I fell in love with his pain. But I was to young, and I didn’t understand, I was only 13. We lost contact for nearly 2 years, him falling into depression. Until one day in March this year he came online, we talked. We liked each other, very much it seemed. We had parallels that we found creepy; likes, dislike, family; everything. We decided to meet once and for all. After a few weeks of very attached texting, of all kinds, none stop all day and all night; I finally got the chance to meet him. I met him at the movies, we went to see V for Vendetta on the 1st of April, April fools day. From the moment I saw him, in his Red, Kyoto shirt, blue jeans and white steel capped volleys, I loved him, loved him so so much more, the way he walked, the way he spoke, his smile, everything, just everything. But he didn’t feel the same way. After the movie he said goodbye. And we haven’t truly talked since. And you could say that’s the end, but maybe not, you may never know. For now it is the end, I know I cant go back in time, to change all that I did that was wrong or stupid, so I just have to live with what I did. Knowing I could never live up to her, the one he loves, Sarah.

From Damian to Sarah

We went out once a while ago.

But you were always two and fro.

You turned the love we had together

Into a knife and it ran right throw my heart.

Even the thought will pierce me forever.

This is just stupid. I would be dammed

If I let someone like you make me feel so bad.

The way you look the way you smile.

With this on my mind

All I wanted to do was dance with an angle

The dances of love that are very occasional

When we broke up it was like a night mere

Every time I think about it I hurt and I can not bear

To think that you are the girl who made me feel so loved

I can’t bear to think that you’re the girl who hurt me so bad.

By Jadza Lloyd constructed from the words of Damian on 23/11/2003 at exactly 5.03pm

All names changed for the protection of there… oh I dunno… lets see… ‘Damian’s’ pride I guess.