"depsite" poems - Hello Poetry

i thought i knew what love was, but i only knew what someone being in love with me felt like, the soaring of my heart lifted up by hands other than my own love unrequited was a different story, feeling always like a hand is on the back of your head, holding you under water until just before you've lost your last living breath throwing away love is just like throwing away a living breathing thing, i realized this too late, and it's impossible to rececitate something that's been gone for weeks loving the idea of something that is so incredibly and indescribably wrong for you, but wanting it anyways depsite the rivers and valleys you must drag yourself through to finally arrive at the foot of a mountain i thought i understood what it meant to be in love, but it turns out, i don't understand much of anything

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Feb 1, 2013

Feb 1, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC

quinn

different sides of the same coin

i thought i knew what love was, but i only knew what someone being in love with me felt like, the soaring of my heart lifted up by hands other than my own love unrequited was a different story, feeling always like a hand is on the back of your head, holding you under water until just before you've lost your last living breath throwing away love is just like throwing away a living breathing thing, i realized this too late, and it's impossible to rececitate something that's been gone for weeks loving the idea of something that is so incredibly and indescribably wrong for you, but wanting it anyways depsite the rivers and valleys you must drag yourself through to finally arrive at the foot of a mountain i thought i understood what it meant to be in love, but it turns out, i don't understand much of anything

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I tread lightly on the cusp, of our budding summer love because I know all to well that humidity can make the ground soft and crumbling down will come our foundation I touch softly, your head to my head laying closely, legs intertwined as we soak in the heat and pray for the rain to come make us clean I'm not usually this hesitant, slow to move into an embrace but this love can catch on fire and burn up fast the heartless stand I take the post I protect, wearily and without consent it could burn up so sweetly all the sharp corners and dreary dark spaces that come in between us and keep our hearts apart Maybe, I'm not ready for all that but that old fan keeps blowing making me sneeze and shiver and I do know one thing to be true, depsite the wreckless heed of flames and fire You've always done your best, to keep me safe, warm, and away from the burn

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

liz-devine

Summer Love

I tread lightly on the cusp, of our budding summer love because I know all to well that humidity can make the ground soft and crumbling down will come our foundation I touch softly, your head to my head laying closely, legs intertwined as we soak in the heat and pray for the rain to come make us clean I'm not usually this hesitant, slow to move into an embrace but this love can catch on fire and burn up fast the heartless stand I take the post I protect, wearily and without consent it could burn up so sweetly all the sharp corners and dreary dark spaces that come in between us and keep our hearts apart Maybe, I'm not ready for all that but that old fan keeps blowing making me sneeze and shiver and I do know one thing to be true, depsite the wreckless heed of flames and fire You've always done your best, to keep me safe, warm, and away from the burn

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They say love is amazing but for me it's a wound and I'm just starting to scratch the surface With you. Depsite just a scratch, the wound is starting to bleed. Emotions leaking out, and pain slowly coming through. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC

kidridley

Untitled

They say love is amazing but for me it's a wound and I'm just starting to scratch the surface With you. Depsite just a scratch, the wound is starting to bleed. Emotions leaking out, and pain slowly coming through. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

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