Friday Poetry: "There Will Come a Time"

It appears I tend to be writing a few nonfictional pieces lately, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this?

Regardless, as with last week’s poem, this Friday Poetry is about a dear friend. For the past few weeks she's had a truckload of horrible stuff dumped on her that she doesn't deserve in the slightest. She's an amazing, beautiful person, and I hope her hurt passes soon. I wrote this poem for her, addressing one of the said horrible things.

Stay strong, lovely. xx

There Will Come a Time

there will come a time
when he stops loving you.

when all the whispered promises are
getting lost in translation
when your heart is caged in and you can’t remember
what the winds of freedom feel like on your skin
when the dark slippery lies you tell
are inching dangerously closer to naked truths
when you’re getting the sneaking suspicion
that all your love has been wasted on someone
you never really knew

when he breathes your name into your mouth
and somehow it doesn’t taste so sweet anymore
when you realise I’ll never leave you
doesn’t mean exactly what you thought it did
when the scars you always tried to forget
are standing stark on your skin and starker on your heart
when his voice, once softer than a silken caress
turns inexplicably to sharp, unforgiving steel

but you must remember
that sometimes life falls apart
so that all the dreams that
you never dared to voice
can fall together

and I promise one day
there will come a time
when you are going to find somebody
who looks at you

like the existence of the
entire universe could be justified
by the existence of one person
like your smile shines brighter than the
sun and moon and stars combined
like they’ve suddenly realised
just exactly who all those
sappy love songs are about—

I promise one day
there will come a time
when you are going to find somebody
who makes you feel like
the most beautiful person who ever
crossed the earth

but until that day comes
maybe it’s time
to start believing it yourself.