Neal
I'm trying to find the right words to say but everything I can conjure up just isn't enough. My spells aren't powerful enough to change your mind and even if they were, I'd be afraid of what I had done to you. I think I like the idea of us more than the actual item but don't confuse that with lies because what I said was true: I do love you. I love the way you look down on me, raise that eyebrow and the corner of your mouth as if I'm crazy. I like the way you used to make my knees doubt their purpose. See there it is again, that word: used. I used to... I used to let you in and then I let you in too much and loved too deeply and not wisely. Oh gosh, the torture made me suffer like a leaf slowly falling to the floor. Baby, I loved you. Baby I loved you with all the strength and courage a girl like me could have because I believed you were my everything. And I know I've said it before but I'll say it again: I loved you, I love you and I will love you. Because you were that first one that got me -- I don't know how but you did. I'd like to change my heart's course but it shows no signs of stopping so I will let it continue. You've always got a place but I will move on because I have to. I have to go because you'll bring me down even though I wanted so hard to believe you could bring me up. I have to go because they all say I need to let you go. I have to go. I need to go. Oh damn, I didn't realize this was goodbye.
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
