In the name of Prada. Architect in the making. Poet. Perfectionist. Fashion designer. Interior designer. Activist.
by Meaux Sager
IN THE NAME OF PRADA
I don’t want to say goodbye
I don’t want to let go
I have this thing in my mind
that I can never throw
Because I fell really deep
Because I fell in love with you.
Pure love come to me
Pure love penetrate through my bale
Lift me high in the sky
let my dreams come true
to help you..
You knew my love to you was true
and you knew the pain that I went through
Denial will not make me come back to you
even though my heart adores you
Your peace from within climbs me through
but your refusal kills me too
The agony is caused because of me and you….
I love you
I’ve been robbed and I’ve truly sobbed
my friend is gone and my soul is lost
he was cold and his speech was bold
I was the bait fro his love to come at bay
my buddy is gone far far away
this time it’s true no games to play
my eyes are dry his smile is full
my grief is huge his grief is gone
My wounds start to sore and my thoughts start to roll
It’s the end no time to go back
I’ll breath the fear in and I’ll breath the fear out
It feels surreal and it starts to pain
but this pain I can dare
Reality hits and starts to modify the way you think.
The way life works
Don’t say you love me, you don’t even know me. If you ever knew me, I don’t think you’ll be able to love me. You love the picture you have of me, not me. Never me. So stop saying you love me. Because we both know it’s not true. The first time someone broke my heart.
There will always be a first time….
“the day my world fell apart”
You sit aside and you think to yourself.
You listen to your inner child, and he saves yourself.
You look aside from the problems that you made from inside.
Guilt comes and kills you from inside.
Your tower of confidence crashes and burns to ashes.
Your still alive…
You look right and you look left no one’s around.
You inhale but it’s hard for you to exhale.
Your heart starts to cry.
You try to recall happiness but it’s easily occupied by sadness.
You have your faith and you hope someday will arrive and lift you up high.
You lose control and you start to drawn.
You call for help…but there’s no one around.
The battle ends and your sorrow extends.
You hold your head up high.
You have been told you will survive, but this time it broke something inside.
I wrote this poem when I was 12 years old and this is when the Meaux that I am today started to become. This is where it all started. Remember that scene from Eat Love Pray where Julia Roberts was on the bathroom floor crying her eyes out? I wrote this poem after a very similar scene LOL. It’s something in my past now I will never be ashamed of it. It made me who I am. So cheers to everyone that knew the answer to the “I was born this way” equation.
Where it all started…