Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

Lovesick

She told me to write about love…
…fine.

…

I gave up on you.
I gave up on your testaments.
I gave up on the way you said to hold on tight.

You told me you would hold me like you used to.
You told me you would scold me like you used to.

Because I liked your attitude,
Allegedly.

…

I would be taken aback
When the sunflowers finally 
Noticed the rhythm in my strut

When Mondays would pass by without a suicidal teardrop

But still I
Gave up on
The endlessness
Of you

Striking these vindicated ivories
To a song you didn’t want to hear
You left me unspoken

An empty chorus.

Until I grabbed my pen…
…to become the composer of my tomorrows.

Without you.

The Unnecessary.

©Tacito

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Kim Rodrigues March 23, 2021 at 4:23 AM Excellent writing. Interesting verse: I would be taken aback/ When the sunflowers finally/ Noticed the rhythm in my strut//You cause us to stop and ponder those lines. Kim Rodrigues March 23, 2021 at 2:55 PM That’s the fun part, my friend! Sometimes the words just come. Poet Tacito March 23, 2021 at 10:43 AM It's funny you mention that part. I cannot really tell you where that came from. It simply happened. When I finished that part, I was stunned. Perhaps my subconscious had more to say than I realized. :) Thank you kindly, Kim!!

FJ Thomas December 2, 2020 at 6:52 AM Lolol a blur even! We're good Drakezes. Didn't know if you were still in Cali. Glad you are safe! Poet Tacito December 2, 2020 at 7:21 AM Yup, still here! :) I'm relieved that you're all safe too!

FJ Thomas December 1, 2020 at 4:22 PM Hello Drakezes ;) It's been a while. Hope this is fiction my friend. Take care ~Flo Poet Tacito December 1, 2020 at 10:04 PM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey you! How are you & the family doing??? Eh, fiction/real, it's all a blur now. lol Hope to reconnect w/you soon! Thank you so much!

Nette Onclaud October 16, 2020 at 6:42 PM okay, who is it this time?...seems you are on a self-care mode; fantastic progression of thoughts with that upbeat downbeat swing!...bitterwseet it is, DJ!...huggs Poet Tacito October 17, 2020 at 8:55 AM LOL. Hi, Nette! I am very much in that mode. It's necessary because a LOT has happened over the past few years. Standing strong though...it's great to see you around again, Nette!

Charmaine Chircop October 16, 2020 at 4:06 AM The composer of my tomorrows without you-So beautiful..So sadly romantic. Poet Tacito October 16, 2020 at 6:16 AM Thank you, thank you again, Charmaine! Very grateful for you to be around again.

Silent One October 15, 2020 at 6:36 AM Emotions especially sad one seem to bleed through our pens.... Poet Tacito October 15, 2020 at 8:11 AM Gotta release somehow. Many thanks for stopping by, Silent!

Angela Crabtree October 14, 2020 at 1:23 PM A sad story that ended well, Tacito. ..."Until I grabbed my pen to become the composer of my tomorrows". Saved to read again! ~Angie Poet Tacito October 14, 2020 at 3:33 PM And that was the plan. :) That is greatly appreciated, Angela! Thank you kindly!

Richard Lamoureux October 13, 2020 at 7:02 AM A sad one Drake. With magic pen perhaps scene two stage right will lead you back into her arms. Poet Tacito October 13, 2020 at 10:13 AM I'm all for new scenes. It's great to see you still here, Richard! Thanks so much!

Andrea Dietrich October 5, 2020 at 1:57 PM wow REALLY food stuff. My fave for the day! Poet Tacito October 13, 2020 at 10:13 AM Hi & thank you so much, Andrea!

James Marshall Goff October 5, 2020 at 8:14 AM Amazing ink Tacito...reminds me of a friend here yrs ago...Drake..."Striking these..." stunning lines...to mine faves...peace Poet Tacito October 5, 2020 at 11:47 AM Still me! :D Thank you so much for coming by here, James!! I hope you're doing ok!