maybe you don't see it
and maybe you don't care enough to
but you drive me crazy
I've told you too many times
maybe you believe in the good in me
but there's also an obsessed darkness
and you don't see the entire canvas
and I can't show you the paints
but they swirl in a pool of bloodied jealousy
mixed with my pitiful tears
and the charcoal in my heart
is what highlights my Muse
so forgive me if you find me
too dark, too bitter
too beautiful, too obsessive
too altruistic, too vain
too critical, too much for you.
my passion for you
may be fleeting, for the eons to come
may be worthless, for you may shun it
eventually, you might as well
because you are in fact aware of it
but believe me when I say
that you cannot comprehend it
maybe it's because
my passion for you
is colored the brightest of crimsons.
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All For Love - A collection of Poems
Poetry"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." -William Shakespeare
