And you know I truly love you
Reckless child, that's what I am.
Nonetheless,you know my heart is real
Unrequited love that's what it seems
Loving you was worth the risks
Find me in another life
One day, when the time is right.
Please forgive me for feeling this way
And for dreaming that we could run away.
Just let me love you in my own way,
And then I will slowly fade away.
Radiant and irresistible that's what you are,
In my heart, you'll remain every tick of the hour.
Let me love you as long as the sun rises in the east,
Longing for your love as long as it sets to the west.
On the other side of this life, I wish that we will never be apart.
This poem is for a man I truly love but can never be mine.
the trees are letting go
of year long relationships
so why the ****
why can't i just ******* let you go already
Writing poetry is writing the words I could never say to you
I must stay away from you
As I write my feelings down on this screen
For the whole world to read
You must never see
The hurt you’ve placed in me
You don’t deserve to be
The reason why my soul bleeds.
I still question and
I seemed to have been
forced to leave
Like a gill that is forced
as a nose
I gasped and suffocated,
I pawed the air
Just like expecting
for death but beg for
mercy a second
after tasting misery
It feels like a
writer who has lost his
ability to write or
a painter who is
unable to paint ink
on a blank canvas
standing in front
and never ready
Just how I am
to let you go
It took me a while to realize this but I loved you more than I loved myself
I prayed for you more than I did for myself
And it's for this reason that I have decided to let you go.
I have come to a point where I need to give you up in order to regain myself.
Helen's forever In memory
In dreams at night I'm clinging
to yesterday for as long
as I can for that's all
sometimes letting go
is the most courageous act
There is something oh so irresistible about you.
I sear when I am near you.
Your nurturing aura—a sense as if everything is okay.
For what we could have been.
Or what we can be.
I have waited long to tell you my stance.
I am deeply wounded—no stitch will cure.
I am sorry.
There are more days ahead, but I’m certain I’m long forgotten.
Perhaps not the man of your ideals, but the man who understands you most.
I don’t believe in mystical creatures and fairytales with happy endings—
But I do believe in patience.
Greater things come to those who actively wait.
You are worth my wait.
With these feelings in heart and thoughts in mind, we can still be.
So until then, I will remain holding on.
Taking my first stab at poetry. All feedback welcomed and appreciated. Thanks!
Everything feels out of focus,
When we're not in the same room.
Spinning smiles of the hopeless,
Grip your words like an heirloom.