I am so deep into you to the point of near decay I care nothing for my own sanity just to lie in your arms no matter the tiny deaths each moment causes me I am haunted by your absence delusional in this love remnants of what could be but will never be my heart broken and bleeding no longer beating without pain no morsels touch these lips 'til you return to me and should I die waiting I will take the memory of us with me for eternity
In that hell I will still wait delighting in the eternal pain of a love I thought I knew this gnashing of stone against skin bears no witness to you it was never about you so obsessed was I that even these fiery flames cannot ease this loss I would just as soon burn than face the bond I thought we had formed trifling as it is what changes us is me I have fallen so hard, so deep I want whatever I can get regardless of the consequences
And now it is time to pay the price for a year of unbridled passion I let you in too deep went in too deeply my feet are soaked from the bloody water I tread I've become like the women I despise waiting, longing, needing you your schedule rarely matching mine And so I live a million lies for you will die a million deaths for you bear all the pain and anguish for you always for you
The confessions here, written in such pure and powerful prose, we absorb them easily, not realizing until it's too late that it hurts to breathe this in, for it brings to mind our own follies in love.
my feet are soaked
from the bloody water I tread
I've become like the women
I despise
waiting, longing, needing you
your schedule rarely matching mine
And so I live a million lies for you
will die a million deaths for you
bear all the pain and anguish
for you
always for you
OMG .... RARELY DO i FOUND SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BLEEDING POETRY ... you poetry here are written with blood and tears , just as it should be ... I was there , of course , most poets did , we just need to be so happy , we have that way in words to put the pain on the paper , or the screen .... I am sure its only so little of what you felt, the pain is unbearable , sometimes , especially at nights ... Yossi
Wow. Breath taking. The love is extremely pure... oh how love can be so consuming. The pain is shattering. But I do love this piece! You write about love so well. The ache..the torture of being away from a loved one... ohh it's just really good to read. Very relatable.
Oh I love this sooo much..Lori..this is a love poem of epic proportions..the anguish of pain of a love that is destructive..but utterly consuming...written with a classic feel..this is a fave
Thou art to me a delicious tormentby Ralph Waldo Emerson
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