I have been haggling between three different poems to post this month, and I couldn't settle. I've no idea why that was, but I'm glad to have come to a conclusion and posted Dear Lady Cheyenne. I'm not sure if it's going to come across to my readers that this is an actual real person. And my feelings, despite the fact that I have allowed it to bother me to the extent of writing a poem about it, are next to none.
The truth is, you can only be pushed away so far. And I was pushed into the abyss. I did wonder what went on in her mind..I even wondered why I wasn't good enough.. I still wonder, but I now know that I'm not the problem.
You see, things change and people change, I've grown up abiding by that saying.. It's just, this is ridiculous. The person on which this poem is based just woke up one morning and stepped out of her own world. She caused herself the hugest unhappiness and only realised her mistake months later.
I attempted to not take it personal; but I stood by her side for all those months. I was her shoulder when I hoped she would cry and drain the broken shreds of her relationship with Prince Charming out of her system. But she didn't cry. And she didn't want me by her side. My shoulder went cold, and I guess Dear Lady Cheyenne is a product of that.
Just know one thing though, especially if it's you, I want the greatest of happiness for Lady Cheyenne.. I want her to see that the person I met once was a beautiful person, she was loving and honest and.. home.
But the world no longer recognizes that beauty. She's no longer welcoming. And, the thing is, I'm not even sure she's aware of it.
The dedication goes straight to you. Our friendship was wonderful while it lasted x
Dear Lady Cheyenne
I'm writing to you on the eve of glory
To tell you I had no choice but to let you go.
Your veins were poisoned by the act of savagery,
And you became a person I could never wish to know.
Your emerald eyes were all lit up,
Just like the cigarette that once calmed your stress.
Your hair was tied back by one single clip:
Messy, vintage-like, just as your dress.
I recall the first words you ever spoke to me:
They included, of course, Prince Charming's name.
And since you awoke one morning and stepped into reality,
You just simply have not been the same.
What was it that spiked you?
What broke inside your pure heart?
Was it there all along, just looming in the background?
Or have I been naive from the very start?
I based my dreams on the world that you had.
You were my motive to remain strong:
To hold on hoping that one day I could have it too.
Even a piece of me broke, when you proved yourself wrong.
And days have passed since I last thought of you.
Weeks too, since we've seen eye-to-eye.
Your heart turned cold and your mind went dark..
I just want to know why?
So Lady Cheyenne, if you're reading this, I ask you
To find yourself a mirror, and dare to look through:
Take a look at the person who is staring within the silver,
And I want you to acknowledge that she is not you.
28 February 2017
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