Poem: The Other Side of the Story

 I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you
To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."

- Taylor Swift 

A lonely, quite afternoon.

So very perfect for loners and writers, like me.

But when mind draws a blank, 

I go back to our old conversations and then I see...

The Other Side of the Story.

In a blame game, 

When the first hour struck 

and I said this isn't my luck...

And I shut the door behind me 

But I never stopped to even look,

At the other side of the story.

On the side where you'd stayed, 

When I had screamed 

And no one really heard what I was saying

They just assumed the words,

And right then, I watched everything fade.

Voices rose out from clouds of dust,

You watched in confusion, 

From the other side of the story.

And back then, I admit it now, I forgot.

This afternoon, and last night,

When I read the words we'd told each other,

The old times flashed before my eyes 

I finally understood, 

Why you had been and still remain this mad...

And I could still cry my eyes out,

I could keep until forever being sad.

Because now I know, 

the other - no, your - side of the story.

Must have seemed like a lifetime ago,

When I'd written those words.

Even I gape at them, and then get seized 

By the urge to throw the clock back,

Hard at something. 

Now I know, why it's so difficult

To go back to who we used to be.

I also know,

Why you are not here next to me.

Even I wouldn't be,

If I was on the other side of the story.

I said once, long time ago, 

Things wouldn't go down well

And sometimes in memories of days long gone,

I will admit, I do dwell.

But since I know now,

The other side of the story.

I finally know now,

The blame should be on me.