This emotion we feel, this disease, this idea of companionship
I once fell victim to this deception and found out once i realized a new relationship brewing
Between the one i shared this disease with and a girl known as Sophie.
Naturally i wanted to leave her as Eli did moments before
Running with pants in hand
But i and Margaret took care of her.
After a few days of his hiding
Eli stepped back into that house one last time to see if all could be forgiven
I remember so vividly,
The coldness of his skin
The trembling in his bones
All because he feared my reaction.
As his dead hand touched my arm i pulled it away
To let him know that today was the last day
He left the door open behind him and disappeared into the woods.
Love, what a complicated allusion
Love, a disease we all take for granted until the allusion dissipates
Love, a risk some feel is worth taking
Love, who needs it.
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Small Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are many poems I have made over the years that I have a fair amount of pride making, but I haven't been able to see lots of others reactions to these so please leave me plenty of constructive criticism and I hope you all enjoy!
