I Know

Fighting my demons the only way I know!

 

 

 

I am not allowed to love you.

I know

I am not allowed to care.

I know

I am not allowed to love you

I know

Someone else has you now and there.

 

I know, I know, I know

But I also know, I really don’t know how to let you go.

I should want to hate you, but I can’t bring myself to.

 

All I know

Is this is hell and most definitely

Not fair.

Author's Note

just tai rambling....

Reviews

I liked this because I used to be able to relate to it, but not anymore. Reminders of the past days, I suppose.
It's got a catchy flow despite it's simplicity, because it's pure and straight from you, I suppose.
You start off saying that you know it's wrong, and then you get a bit insecure, saying that you only know one thing: that it's not fair.
Beautiful way of pulling off and expressing raw emotion in writing.

[J]

We never let them go, dearest, ever. Along their ways to make their own mistakes and discoveries, yeah ~ of course [with inhuman restraint]. And this is all relative to whatever degree one can manage . . . whoever decreed that to cut the tie was "the way?" We love them fiercly with [bound] clutching fingers until we die. They are "ours" . . . perhaps on borrow [but still entrusted to our own heart, our once-protective womb] ~ matters not. Can you imagine yourself saying anything other than "my" son? No. And God expects nothing less. Who, indeed, does one cry out to . . . finally? You stand sure and well-loved, MyTai. You are a beautiful mama.

Love to you,
j

[Forest Green]

Sweet Tai...in fighting your demons how I hope you win...;)

Simply, completely, true...your poem touches upon the trials of letting go...honestly.

Daniel