Always…
on the edge of loving
and raging. Always hating
ideas too dark…and
all the bright light in things
just seem crazy.
Because you bravely dared,
to make me laugh(eww!)
and tragically,
I chose to cry(right in front
of you)I have less of myself;
not necessarily having
more in life.
not even having more of you.
Just seems inhumane
To allow my backbone
a crashing down, artful yet
pitiful Co-manning of the
steps you take
Let it leave, or let it stay
most would say: we never
loved each other anyway.
You should have laughed with her & let her cry with you , then maybe two would have been one and there would not have been more to be had, you would have had it all . .
But what do YOU say? Who cares what MOST would say! What you say is all that matters…
YOU know if there was, is & always be love but if you don’t know, it could be , possibly, that believing in and accepting love that is being given to you is something that’s hard for you….or for the ficticious soul this is about. I’m sure it can be felt by many as relating to them.
At any rate it’s a really good poem, very sad tho….it makes me want to cry every time I read it….it’s truly tragic in a world already full of tragedy. Love SHOULD BE a breath of fresh air….
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No…woulda resulted the same. He did what he could: no appreciation
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I shouldn’t ve said it that way, and didnt mean for it to seem “counter” productive. Just my day. Thanks for commenting.
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