You loved me,
to depths and breadths,
of your fertile imagination.
But refused to understand,
the love I needed.
I loved you too,
the ways you wanted,
to be loved and cherished.
Your dreams were mine,
to fulfill, to make true.
And I tried.
But in this understanding,
and not understanding,
Seeing and not seeing,
we lost each other,
to the powers of being.
What remained was hate,
in your gullet,
and still remained,
your picture in my wallet.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
You loved me,
to depths and breadths,
of your fertile imagination.
But refused to understand,
the love I needed.
I loved you too,
the ways you wanted,
to be loved and cherished.
Your dreams were mine,
to fulfill, to make true.
And I tried.
But in this understanding,
and not understanding,
Seeing and not seeing,
we lost each other,
to the powers of being.
What remained was hate,
in your gullet,
and still remained,
your picture in my wallet.
