love – Page 4 – a poet's confessional

i’ll cut you just the same

i am sorry to say that you fell in love with a double edged sword to protect you but to harm you as well

i balance myself on a thin line

before i loved you i loved death

the end

it is hard to live with a decaying man who thinks only of the dead it hurts my spirit and draws it down but I love him, so I will remain and take care until the end

you will never know me! do you hear me? it is never safe with anyone, only inside, only me because i trust no one because exposure is danger, love creates weakness and reliance you say you know me but no, no you don’t you value my complete honesty, but you’ve never seen it i amContinue reading “understand this”

third son of adam

you make so happy my heart bursts and my grin splits but like all things i love you also make me sad

romantic

my first lover was death and death will be my last

the eighth of feburary

it is 1 am in the morning my lips are a bit bruised and your skin is a bit scratched but it is our last night, the last night for awhile you didn’t realize it until the end but I realized it when i crawled into your side, stared at the clock, and then toContinue reading “the eighth of feburary”

the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?

you trace the curve of my jaw while i chew on my kiss-bruised lips it is dark but you can tell I am not there, your lover is not in the body next to you “what are you thinking about?” you ask my ears hear your words and i sullenly say, “myself” i am thinkingContinue reading “the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?”

healing

i should not be sorry that i took so long for say i love you you said it to me on an old air mattress in the depths of the night i went still as stone, you don’t understand how love has broken me i had always held an affection for you, for some timeContinue reading “healing”

sort of sadness

i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes we are both broken, picking up the pieces you, a lover me, a father together we are happy but that sadness remains when she comes up in conversation my fury burns or my guilt consumes when he comes up in conversation you sit backContinue reading “sort of sadness”