The other posts have been hidden save for this one, so I guess i'll end it with a poem. And a message for her. If you managed to find your way here chica( i told you, using google is easy) this one is for you. Find love, real love, and when you find it, hold on to it and never let it go. It will nurture and sustain you when you have nothing else. Like you did for me. I'll give you a hint where to look, start in the mirror, and remember what it was i always tried to tell you. Say it to yourself.... "I Love You", and don't ever stop saying it. Goodbye.
The Crush
You can’t
Freely
See we
Like me
Your view
Deducts
The plus
Of us
I speak into your sly grin
Hope to begin
A spark to lean in
The words fly from my belly
Over your head
And into vapor
I close to make the space thin
Craving within
Our sin on your skin
My moves, fluid as jelly
Morph into lead
Withholding favor
Your light
My moon
My plight
Too soon
Covet
Your breadth
Plummet
My depth
I fall into your kind eyes
And then realize
I could not equalize
The words left my belly
Went to my head
And into nothing
I lurch, movement unwise
A sad demise
A heart unrealized
My knees, weaker than jelly
Now full of dread,
Send me over, crushing.
This made me cry, sounds soo familiar...hit or miss, most definitely for your bro was a crush; for me, was unconditional love...wore me out but I proceeded. Would have done a lifetime of selflessness but self-loathing wasn't what I needed. It finally materialized into lifeless, dreadful, abandonment. Didn't have to get this cloudy, I listened, as submissive as a good little Brazilian wife could be. Losing touch with my happy, losing sight of all free, thought he'd get advice from E but instead he opted out with all things imaginary and no one can really see. My last words, I'm truly done.
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