Sometimes...

 

I sit and remember all the times we've shared

how we shared tea, and sat on the porch swing

we rode horses on the shore and stayed up late

talking until our eyes closed against our will

 

I think of all the obstacles we've had to overcome

and the arguments we had over stupid little nothings

and then spent more time than we had apologizing for

all the things we said that we didn't mean

 

I think of how things could be different

if we lived in our own little world...how little

things could mean the same to you and me

if we had fewer challenges to overcome

 

Once we believed nothing but the best

about each other and the outside world

and somewhere along the way all that changed

we became doubtful and bitter...

 

Now we sit and wonder how long it will be

before the worst that we feared comes to light

and we wonder if the next words on the screen

will be the ones that break each other's heart

 

we say the words I love you, but it seems

that lately those words are more a string

to keep each other holding on rather than

to give the other wings to fly

 

sometimes...no matter how much you love someone

the words I LOVE YOU just aren't enough and we find

that the time has come to say I love you...but...

I love me too...

 

and...

 

I can't love me and

love you too.

 

the love we shared will always be

a wonderful thing to look back on

but the pain and doubt are too much to bear

as much as I love you and it causes me pain

 

sometimes...

love isn't enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Yes. I wonder what you are doing now and if you look at my picture and think of me. We can still go to the little world and perhaps see each other there without knowing the other is there watching. Sadness is the other part of love. Sadness is always part of love. Loving someone is never, ever wrong and sometimes it catches on a snag on your sweater, holding you in place for a time. Sometimes, always it changes and it is the storm again that blows it away from its anchorage. sometimes we have to sail back a while before we find something that can be loving. But it is always worth it to try because you would not be the person you are if you did not try. For then we have lost nothing only gained a greater understanding of the nature of love.
Love never dies or goes away. It blows around like the branches of the willow I can see now. Love is always more than saying I love you. you are saying also I must love some part of myself also and so I love myself. Love is allowing the other part of you to grow and move gently away always knowing that there is a place, somewhere and there is should you wish it.
By the way you have the same IQ as me or I have the same as you. Does that say anything? http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ken%20Simm/314492/

[Judy M Cox-Rouse]

Once again. I can not write anything that would compare to your wonderfully written word to display grace and bow.
Brillance, Sister Sunshine

Hug you - Judy

[laceyjane23]

This is a wonderful and beautiful piece! A lot of people can relate to this. The way you wrote this is simply beautiful! I love the music you incorporated as well. Good luck in my contest!
Laceyjane

[emmajoy]

Love can make or break, give and take... so often love makes the heart sing, but when it fades, that poor little heart just breaks into... sometimes giving isn't enough and taking puts too much pressure on the relationship.

Love is like having children.. we're not trained for it in advance.

This is such an emotional and personal piece of writing but i don't doubt your readers are sitting, reading, nodding, understanding and knowing he or she has experienced similar.

' the love we shared will always be / a wonderful thing to look back on / but the pain and doubt are too much to bear / as much as I love you and it causes me pain / sometimes... / love isn't enough.;

so true.

[Dezaraye]

This is a rough place to be sometimes. Loving someone is always such a treasure, but sometimes, that love can become toxic. It takes time to realize that, at least it does for me. Then, it takes me time to gather the strength and courage that I need to say goodbye.

I love the strength of your words and how you've expressed your thoughts and feelings.

[Jet Lag]

love love this. and the song you chose.
i am lucky enough to have had wonderful relationships
and old enough and self-respectful enough to have had some
of those relationships end.

this made my heart squeeze.

my favorite part:
we say the words I love you, but it seems
that lately those words are more a string
to keep each other holding on rather than
to give the other wings to fly

sometimes...no matter how much you love someone
the words I LOVE YOU just aren't enough and we find
that the time has come to say I love you...but...
I love me too...
and...
I can't love me and
love you too.

the love we shared will always be
a wonderful thing to look back on
but the pain and doubt are too much to bear
as much as I love you and it causes me pain

sometimes...
love isn't enough.


100, well you know.

[Rain]

First of all. It is encouraging to see at least one writer who loves this country and is not ashamed to honor all it's good. God bless your son, and all who see the horror of war, and the price of freedom.
Your poem is an incredible insightful and poignant look at love.
"I can't love me and
love you too," is so profound with such deep meaning. I have missed your style, and the way you reveal the softness and harshness of love and life. I am reminded of how you unselfishly stopped to help me. You are a true writer, and human being. Love, Rain..

[Adela Muresan]

It's horrible how a relation fall apart, when love is still there. The sincerity and grace with witch you shape the poem makes it very enjoyable despite it's extremely sad character.

A.M.

P.S.: Even dough the lyrics of the song fit the poem well, I think you should have stuck to a strictly instrumental song.

[Forest Green]

An excellent work...seeking true completion...wanting expressions, thoughts, actions that bring two individuals together in love and life.

A struggle is demonstrated in your words--the struggle we all seem to face.

Nice work...!

[George Love]

Wow, very true, excellent story in poetry form. Well said!

[R J Askew]

Very moving indeed. Love seems to be endlessly driving us to new heights and depths, with the latter somehow reflecting the former. Your poem is sad, but also very thoughtfully and logical as well as emotional.