feel, not love.

There are noises above my ceiling,

and voices below my bed. 

There's one saying, 

"Be what he would want to taste at 6am."

and the other that speaks 

of nothing but truth - 

"He doesn't deserve you. Go. Leave."

I cry to his chest,

with him having fallen asleep 

and watching it was

the most beautiful thing that I 

was so tempted to grab my camera 

seated on my window frame 

to take forty slides of you.

It was so tempting

but there 

you go again

paralyzing me. 

There was another voice though

who spoke of the gospel of the hardened

she spoke it softly. 

It commanded me to remind myself 

who I was;

because I've forgotten my single core value:

I don't love.

Feel, not love. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. Voices leading you to places and thoughts.
"I don't love.
Feel, not love. "
I did like the above lines. Honest and direct. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write....Thank you for penning...:)..................