Morbid Poetry

No Truer Love

When they tell you
True Love
is only found
in
Soul Mates
they are
lying.

The love of a
Friend
is truer than
any other
but
I digress.

I will say
however
no truer love
exists
than love lost.
Bittersweet and broken;
dreams bled
onto your pillowcase
down the drain
and hidden
Because
your love was
Real
even if it was not
meant to last
Forever.

Sometimes
really loving and caring
about someone
means
letting go.

It means
being honest,
no matter the consequences.
The most real
of loves
doesn't have to be a
soul mate;
the most real
of loves
can still hurt you,
but
that doesn't mean
it is any less
real,
less
valuable,
or was
somehow
less
worthy of your time.

The way it
ends
doesn't change how
real
the love was;
the soft spot
in your heart
will
always
be there. 

And maybe
just maybe
that
is worse.

The knowledge that
love lingers
with a man
who refuses
to look you in the
eye
Refuses
to call you
by name.
In part because of
pain
Moreso
because of the
Blame
Pride won't let him
cast away.

And it
Hurts
So very much
because you
Know
there was no
Future
in your
Love.
And you walked
Away
mutually
but now
he won't
Acknowledge you.
And you still
Care.

But maybe
that
is the very problem
Darling.
You
Care.