Love’s Futility

Knowing you by peekabooitsjeru

Knowing you, hurt me.
Knowing you, brought pain.
Knowing you, felt great at once.
Knowing you, made me happy.

But in the end,
Knowing you, drove me insane.

Please set me free by hecblogger

I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free
please move on, I implore
I don’t love you anymore
whatever it was, is no more
this dead love let’s bury
I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free

 

I found these sentiments on July 12, 2019, by two separate people about the almost identical concept. It’s one many of us who inhabit this earth has faced at one time or another. I’ve sat with both pieces for about two months now and this is the conclusion I’ve reached…

 

I will add that it only applies to some loves. 🙂

I Lose, I Triumph

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i was worthy
of a better, happier life
than you deemed
i was going to live

every time
my name
comes up
i hope
you choke on it
with irritation

that’s what you deserve
a lifelong
aversion
to the utterance
of what once
so effortlessly
came across your lips

i hope
it makes
your body
fill with pins and needles
whose friction
tears you up
on the inside

you
the creator
of your destruction

i walk away
comfortably
knowing
you’ll bleed
from the inside

i
am better
without you

**Originally published in Feeling Human Dec 2017. Presented here with revisions.

Face Wide Open

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My being is expressive.

It’s not complicated, just hardly understood.

Listen with your eyes as I ripple towards you.

I love, it’s a smile.

There’s anger, it’s a scowl.

Shiny eyes, I’m laughing with you.

Tears falling, there’s devastation occurring.

Reaching for you, I need your touch.

Not making eye contact, you’ve lost me.

If the last thing you see is my back, I’m gone.

Forever…

 

**Originally published 1/10/18

Slow Burn

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it starts as if a fantasy
every box checked
he’s perfect
don’t you know

slowly…
deliberately…

it becomes a trap
from which you
can’t escape
easily

you become disabled
in the head
so you’ll stay
out of need

still thinking it’s love
but knowing something’s off
the courage and independence
fighting to be recognized

that’s not love
it’s a cage

mistook nice
as being invested
mistook attentive
for genuine care

but the details of todays
are boring
the atmosphere thick
with silence

the possibilities become a dead end