Growing Pains (my hate poem for Lit class)

I dedicate this poem to C. M.


GROWING PAINS
Eduardo T. Siman


You stood out in the middle of the crowd
Like a golden calf both worshipped and desired
With the growing number of people, I clawed my way in
Just to see you, touch you
I had to, to know that you are real

You handpicked me from the rest
Apple in a basket, you said I was golden
People pulled me down, yet you brought me higher
Away from prying eyes and deviled tongues
You are my security blanket, you say

You showed me love I only thought was surreal
Like doves crying over the death of a crow
Unusual but at the same time heartwarming
That’s the kind of love you give
Not exactly what I wanted, but you said, I need

I was crying one night, and you stared at me smiling
As my tears went dry on your shoulders
It is unusual how your smile can take away
The fear, the sadness and all the wretched pain
You are my security blanket, you say

You gave me the love I needed
But never the kind I wanted from you
Treated my heart like a candy to a sweet tooth
I couldn’t have said no, my heart that is
Not to a candy, never to a love from you

Now it is the art of letting go that drives me mad
A minute away from you is hell, what more a lifetime?
People say just seize the moment, carpe diem
I say no, stop, that is my brain talking
But my heart sings forever, your melody

So what if two and a half decades come between our age
Would it have made this love untrue?
And if growing old with you was part of the plan
Let me take my turn, while you just sit and wait
Until I grow old, old enough to be good enough for you

If they say that the world is unfair, then so be it
I wouldn’t have done it any other way
Winter breeze may now seem like fever down my spine
Then I guess that that is love for me, nostalgic
Carpe diem Wado, Carpe diem.