Unseeming Meaning

"Love"...
That was what she called me,  but I could never really be.
Self indulgent, and a couple drinks later completely abhorrent.
She would plead with me many times through my wrath,
Her eyes doing the talking like two bird baths. Deep, cool, and gorgeous begging me to stay.
But this little black bird would always fly away, far away.

"Love"...
Gently she would stroke my cheek with the back of her hand.
I how ever would always recoil before I believed the moment would spoil.
Foolish motions and notions,  mathematics ending in an unfair quotient.
This resulting in silence. "Love" should show more compliance.
My heart however, gave her no quarter and no alliance.

"Love"...
The word proceeding a list of wishes I could not deliver.
"Love" on that list of things I seemed unable to give her.
She would sob quietly behind the bathroom door.
I would then become distant, measured by tiles on the floor.
For her I wanted so much more, instead I haunted the one I adored.

"Love"...
One of many words I said in that moment of division.
But saying "love" brought back to her all she had once envisioned.
It held her tight for all the times I didn't and whispered to her all she felt I kept hidden.
With one utterance I doomed her to my world, gray and colorless.

So I say...
"Love"...
"Please don't say love"

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Terohime]

i enjoyed this poem, it was a great read, and i can tell it held deep feelings and thoughts that was put in to this. Good job i enjoyed it very much.

~Your friend Res

[unsavable_soul]

Yes deep indeed. Thank you for the encouragement. Still new to all this but congrats on having made it to top writers.
Chris

[Terohime]

Thanks Chris,
~Your friend Res