Frightened by the thought of you
I try to forget you.
I try to recall imperfections
of you,
In order to make you weak
to me.
Weak in my heart
Weak in my soul
Weak in my love
All it does is strengthen
your hold.
I am the weak minded soul
blinded by the poetry
in my heart.
Time to strengthen my resolve,
but not to make it disappear
I need the song it brings.
I need the comfort of words
I need the longing of literature
not of you.
Enlightened by this revelation
I realise that I was the
romantique.
Living via the classique's
Modern life is too harsh
to bear a Heathcliff
on a marsh.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Frightened by the thought of you
I try to forget you.
I try to recall imperfections
of you,
In order to make you weak
to me.
Weak in my heart
Weak in my soul
Weak in my love
All it does is strengthen
your hold.
I am the weak minded soul
blinded by the poetry
in my heart.
Time to strengthen my resolve,
but not to make it disappear
I need the song it brings.
I need the comfort of words
I need the longing of literature
not of you.
Enlightened by this revelation
I realise that I was the
romantique.
Living via the classique's
Modern life is too harsh
to bear a Heathcliff
on a marsh.
© JLB
“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
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