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Tell me again,
How you fell in love with me,
This broken stranger,
A hollowed heart whistling,
Tunes of past lovers,
Who left without said goodbye,
Taking every bit of her with 'em,
Not giving her a chance,
To keep some love for herself;

So tell me again,
Please darling pray tell,
What was it about me that you find attractive,
Which part or missing piece did you fall in love with,
Was it the fact that I've no beating heart,
Or that it pumps ink and bleeds at your touch,
Writing prose, poems and haikus of gratitude only for you,
Because honey, that's all I'm able to do,
For I've nothing left to offer,
Nor do I have anything to give to begin with,
As I was robbed of my care and trust,
Honestly love,
I'm not sure if there's anything left,
Much worse if it's enough;

Now will you tell me again,
How your feelings develop,
Or has it now slowly changed,
Dissipating with the struggle to understand,
Do I still entice you with my beauty that only you can see,
Or have you finally seen the lines that carved through,
From where my tears flow,
Wary of what ifs and what could be,
Do you still see me as that kind and tender soul,
Or have you finally encountered the darkness I hold;

Darling do tell me again,
If you meant a word that you've spoken,
How love came to you by your own admission,
And not because I was clinging onto you,
Not wanting to let go of someone new,
Someone whose soul feels true,
Someone whose heart beats like mine once do,
Someone whose caring ways transcends distance,
Someone who can show me what I've been missing,
Even if it's just for a brief moment,
Just as long as you tell me that you do love me too,
For I am irrevocably in love with you.

@byizn
This one's for you, Umar. I still like that name best, even if I don't call you that anymore.
For all of the times that I thought I fell in love
This surpasses them all
Lifting my body and soul into the clouds
There is no need to fall

There is no pressure to jump
Only a hand to walk by my side
For all of those times that I thought I was in love
I now just say I was simply blind

With the weight of my stresses forcing me down
He soothes my mind and brightens my days
Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace
He understands me in all of my different ways

For all of those people whom I've claimed to love
The love had faded each time so fast
I do now believe because I fell into it
That love never truly had a chance

This man, he has given me a seed
He gently wrapped it in my hand
He helps me water it daily
And we wait patiently for it to expand

Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be
But in time it will stand strong within the forest
A symbol of what he and I could be
If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
Thoughts are skipping around, so many different ways to go with this, but this is the first thought that came to mind and sometimes a messy poem can portray the realist emotions.

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