How terrible love can be,
Wrenching the free will of poor souls,
That for a moment would gladly sell themselves,
I watch them in dismay,
Walking through the night,
Spilling their suffering to the moon,
I cry bitter tears,
For I know I am like them,
No different, no better,
Love has killed me,
It took everything from me,
Happiness, joy, carelessness,
I no longer remember those days,
Where I would gaze at the skies,
Dreaming of you, of us,
Those days are long gone now,
Only an empty shell of me remains,
Along with the terrible ache that is yearning,
We almost made it,
We almost did,
But it wasn't enough, and so we didn't,
I ruined it all,
With my lust I have destroyed us,
And so what am I left with now?
The broken pieces of my heart to mend,
At night I gaze at the stars and see them cry,
Cry for our unfortunate romance,
That never lived,
That never died,
That never was,
I wonder now what to do,
Pondering on the reasons to keep living,
As you go on with your life and I remain here, in despair,
I have been poisoning myself,
With your presence,
But oh darling, isn't love the sweetest poison of all?
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Old Love
PoetryA love story left unfinished, where hearts lay strained and emotions run strung. A book containing poems on the meaning of unrequited love, of broken hearts and of tears cried bitterly waiting for that someone to show themselves knowing they never w...
