What a dreadful thing it is
To love someone so deeply.
Such dread bears unfathomable beauty
And terrible pain all at once.
My heart aches.
It is, after all, a muscle
That can only beat so hard
Til the strings snap.
My mind sighs.
It sings of the irrationality of love
And begs me to only
Look out for myself.
My heart wrestles with my mind,
Beating harder, faster,
Screaming of love's proverbial victory.
My heart wins.
Now, here I am, lovesick,
With no medication strong enough
To ease this straining heart.
I am in too deep.
Ah, but never forget the beauty of love!
How wonderful it is, how uniquely human it is
To place another being higher than yourself.
The goodness of love makes the pain worth it.
Maybe in another world,
Maybe in my dreams,
Maybe in the afterlife
You will love me as I love you.
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Tragic Poetry
ПоэзияHere, you will find a collection of sloppily written, heartfelt "poetry" (it can hardly be called that, as it has no rhyme or rhythm - only stanzas). These words stem from my late-night thoughts and fears. Although they are merely a mess of nonsensi...
