Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
They say that
true love is
to give without
asking for anything
in return.
So perhaps,
that's the reason why,
I love you
even though
you love her
And why
you allow me
to foolishly do so,
every day.
 Oct 2015 Rory MacLure
steven
mirror
 Oct 2015 Rory MacLure
steven
some nights he wonders
why his fingers are
lonely branches in the
breeze, why no thing nor
person is tight around his
waist, why his college acceptance
rate is a charming 1%.
he knows it is just a
mirror — he walks
closer anyway and
pretends he's in love,
says it won't be like
this, that only he'll love himself
forever, that only glass
separates them; he believed
every word, so he leans
forward and kisses those
cold lips tasting of
breath, musk and never;
the universe was cruel but
this was nice, he thought.
he left his lover without
saying goodbye, knowing
someone would always be
waiting for him.
 Oct 2015 Rory MacLure
Monika
The people who set me on fire
to see me burn
Ask me why i glow
They're the ones who fill my ashes in an urn
to throw
And they are the ones who say i do not know
anything about love...
For all i know , all i know is love
not hatred upside down
And my ego gets diluted
as i rise in love unbound
For all i know,  
i do not know anything else but love
And that's why i glow
so don't ask me why
Just drop my ashes
and let every speck fly...
And forget my name
or i ever was
let me make your soul glow like it used to. let my own honesty be the light that passes through the glass windows of your emotions. let the shards of truth illuminate the doubts that you’ve been lugging for years. let me beam you up as i utter the unspoken words you’ve been dying to hear. let ourselves be like electric and magnetic field approaching together, producing our light of righteousness.

however, your disposition maybe different like an opaque object that won’t let my intentions to pass through at all. prolly like a translucent material that would pretend to listen to my confrontations and leave them misunderstood afterwards, or perhaps, as what i would like you to be, a transparent item that would wholly accept every flaw, every belief i have. you are so inconsistent that your persona may selectively absorb, reflect or scatter my light. i am aware that i will never know how you would respond on certain frequencies, but just be faithful, believe in my words, believe in me.

— The End —