Loving you like I do is so hard sometimes.
The watery depths of your anger solidified into concrete walls between us.
And not a crack of doubt spreads through it.
I push,
I yank,
I bash,
I sank.
I climb,
I fall;
I no longer,
STAND TALL.
Your walls stand true.
Your foundation,
INFALLIBLE.
I crack,
I crumble,
I crash,
I tumble.
And loving you like I do is so hard sometimes.
Your barriers remain unseen.
I flounder around, behind undetectable forces, scrambling to get to you.
I try,
So hard,
I try,
I try.
You watch,
Unmoved,
Unmotivated,
Unamused.
Your walls stood true.
My foundation,
Undesirable.
You're angry.
I'm crying.
My love,
I'm dying.
Because loving you like I do is slowly killing me.
And my soul is deprived, time and time again, of the nutrients your love should be providing.
No regret to be seen in those baby blue-greens.
I fell,
My love,
I fell,
With no net.
Your arms,
Have moved.
Your heart,
Turned cold.
Your walls have thickened.
Reinforced.
UNRELENTING.
I should turn around.
I should flee.
I love you.
Don't you see?
Not loving you like I do would hurt.
I'm stuck in love, and met with hate.
Pain I have now, but without your hate, death awaits.
I love,
I love,
You,
And your hate.
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All My Thoughts I Never Shared
PoetryA compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written b...
