Untold emotion

I am not entirely sure if I am angry or sad.

I think love 

was created for women 

with brown eyes. 

Or perhaps 

for those who can lie 

in the grass and watch 

the bees carry their burden, 

with no regard for tomorrow, 

or later, or when. 

Or maybe love was meant 

for hazy streetlights and empty gardens. 

Stars being strained by bare branches. 

I wonder how you change. 

You say the stars are gone 

before we ever see them.

My eyes are a green 

sea on a storm tossed 

day and I used to 

climb trees and 

write limericks on

unfallen leaves.  

You said you loved 

me but I wonder if you 

loved an idea instead. 

You said you know me, but I wonder

if your knowing snuffed me out. 

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Untold emotions and unanswered love they always haunts us with shadows of doubt's. Sometimes we through such phase in life. You painted it fine.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"You said you loved
me but I wonder if you
loved an idea instead.
You said you know me, but I wonder
if your knowing snuffed me out."
Thats quite a difference you pointed out.. That of loving someone and the idea of loving someone are two entirely different things... Good work here ....

[barleygirl]

Hey baby, I have big browns but I've never hit the "Love" jackpot in 60 years of living! *sigh!* I totally relate to your first stanza especially . . . I feel the confusion, the ambivalence, the flip-flopping of how to look at things -- all done with excellent imagery & originality. The second stanza explains some of the backstory behind the pondering in the first stanza. Definitely one of the most original ways to write about being left behind in love. It's crystal clear how this feels.