you are free from her, my love the only things that remains is old emotions, sadness that wear you down in the night of regrets, and something that just wasn’t meant to be take that freedom and run because i still hold an obligation to her, no matter how much i try i cannot breakContinue reading “obligation”
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i tell you
i have loved many men, i tell you with dark hair and endless eyes but in the end, i tell you they never love me the woman with golden hair and storm-filled eyes
yet i remain
all of them have experience the experience of being held of being in love they may have been brokenhearted but at least they could experience someone who cared
future
In the end i hear you two mutter with lovestruck smiles five years out of college beyond the point where we are now i listen i always do i have no idea where we will be if you will be an engineer like you said, working with your hands and if you will be anContinue reading “future”
one purity and the darkness two
one purity, begging for others to see their love for another a love can only be admired, not replicated two respond, begging for darkness to consume them and take them away one may jest and quickly denies, explaining it was only a joke while the other smiles, a mask that no one can see pastContinue reading “one purity and the darkness two”
but alas
they are odd unusual, and off one is headstrong stupidly stubborn and has no sense of others’ feelings blind and naive in what others say it can be a curse but alas, we love one will pick and pry for pleasure sometimes not knowing the limits but it is all a cover because for themContinue reading “but alas”
i feel nothing with those words
love isn’t real to me anymore i repeat over and over the words “i love you” once words become forced there is no meaning they are something supposed to be golden but now it means nothing
whole again
i don’t believe in soulmates damn, I barely believe in l o v e but boy, do I wish for someone to envelop me in their arms when I fall apart and whisper in my ear with a tender voice, “it will all be okay.” and then perhaps make me whole again
a poet's confessional 