Darkness skies, blackened eyes Heart torn shut from silent cries Silk and wool, vicious pull Try I to fall in the null I live (thatβs good) I feel (thatβs not) Soul is spoiling, painful rot Break my being! Let go. You not seeing Thought so. I scream in anger; not at you But at your failure to see true These screams will never see the air Because too much for you I care. Broken understanding Meaning dead on landing. My love for you is not that kind! You thought it was; disturbed your mind. Frightening mirror I saw in you For mine defiled, yours like new Drawn was I to your pure heart Nothing else had any part. I understand why shy you do, For I gave wrong hints and clue. My lines blurred, Speech well slurred Mistakes were mine (rest assured). I meant to protect you But not unaware subject you To myself, The broken mirror.
"Loved, Not Loved" was torn to pieces by a friend of mine who actually knows poetry, but we both agree that rules aside, it's a good poem. At least, I thought it was good. x] This poem was written September 8, 2011.