A war with you,
is like a war with who?
A dance with you,
is like an illusion,
that will never cease to come true.
People have wasted lives,
to have you,
to make two,
as one.
And this desire,
to be special in a fire
they call love that
should be have.
I call it, mind control.
You call it, "True love's toll".
It seems everything's unsure.
If it's an us or is it just me.
Yet you assume,
wanting to love,
to give
to be given
to be loved.
But there is no assurance.
Is there?
A man? A woman?
They are not everything.
Everyone comes and go.
They escape our lives,
like a throwback in a row.
Don't waste your life.
A woman may be yours,
but your lives are
a two separate course.
Don't waste your life.
To a man who has the ability
to take and take
while loving you in a fashion,
so fake.
The world goes round,
to money, to fame
to love.
But loving can hurt.
And it's not your worth.
**So give yourself, the love you deserve.
○ A poem by Juliet G. Jimenez ○
08/18/2016
** Note: So, yes, another poet actually inspired me in the making of this poem but I put a little twist to it by adding the romance tag cuz, well, seems like people today all have a horrible love life. This is just a product of another tinkering of how I feel about the matter.
Yes, I do think that having someone you love and to offer your life with is very wow (laughs, I easily lose words) but it doesn't mean you should destroy yourself in the process of loving them.
Give yourself the love you deserve. Everyone deserves it. So, enjoy. **