"incompatibilities" poems
Not a day goes by
that I don’t wish
I could have been what you wanted.
I wasn’t Monogamy
or Hierarchy,
but I wasn’t casual either.
No, I loved you,
all of you, each of you,
with all that I was.
I shared secrets,
my dreams, my soul,
but with many.
It still hurts
knowing you loved an idea
when I loved you for you.
I die inside
remembering your pain
even if it was inevitable.
For no one
should have to pretend in love
or live a lie.
You were beautiful,
you still are,
our incompatibilities aside.
Forgive me, loves,
for loving in the plural
and breaking all our hearts.
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 11:23 AM UTC
You came in and abruptly fit,
Making the candles all lit;
Sharing your inner wits,
A bit like my first aid kit.
I'd loved you much,
Like a child of my future;
Your goods and bad and such,
Enlightening me on being mature.
But perhaps we didn't have
An actual camaraderie.
Incompatibilities,
My free wills
and your austerity;
My acerbity,
and your hesitancy.
Your capriciousness
and your harshness
is too much to take,
even for my own sake.
It's such a paradox of me
to give up on people,
but there's a wisdom I've yet to see,
surely in all of this there's a couple.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
You sold me a love that resides in a cage,
confines of guilt that only grow stronger with age
You expect your love and all its intensity to justify your self-righteous jealousy,
as if a sufficiently suffocating love defies all practical incompatibilities
Bless me with a love that is void of steel and chains,
one that let's me grow without restraints
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC