The Malevolence of Love

Ah, how love is capricious!

He possesses you with confidence

And guides you to interaction.

And do we interact!

Sporadically,     spiritually,     beautifully.

How love is teasing,

He feeds the vessel, but leaves it craving,

And hearts are strengthened

Through longing and addiction.

Insufficiently,     ineffably,     beautifully.

Ah, the malevolence of love.

He tears you away

To reacclimate

And observes the heartbreak and sorrow

Silently,     stupidly,     beautifully.

But how love is exuberant

How he provides again,

Chances for another unity,

Through worlds within words,

Emotionally,     excessively,     beautifully.

full description of my poem here: http://pie-liner.deviantart.com/gallery/32325452#/d53ykgs

xxx

=)

Sometimes you just don't know,
you end up with new friends.
The unlikely the stronger
The funny the better
The memorable ones just stay.
And others just fade away.
For we don't need carvings of
acknowledgement
In anything but the brain.

xxxxx

You wrote me a love song,
emotionless and bland. 
How we balance love and hate
i'll never understand.

I kissed you with true passion
and plenty of disgust.
The sentiment reciprocal
and smothered in mistrust.
 
You bought me some roses,
all decadent and dark.
This token of your 'gratitude'
will leave a lasting mark.
 
I cuddled up beside you
to steal your credit card.
You told me that you loved me
but my conscience was unscarred.
 
We reminisced together
about our sparring bond,
we envied all our single friends,
our brittle hearts despond.

...

I wrote you a sad song
both loveless and bland. 
How we tolerate this fate
i'll never understand.

xxxxx

Love-a-byes

If you could only tell me

How you know

That I know

That you know 

How I feel...

It wouldn’t have been said

In the way I just said it.

But 

You’d much rather confer with

Your mother, or your boyfriend.

And I feel like I’m not even here anymore.

Which is fine if you want it,

But don’t proceed

To tell me

How you think

I should

Be feeling.


In case curious minds are wondering, I have a best friend who I hear more about from her boyfriend. Which is upsetting cos I assume she'd be the first to tell me about various happenings in her life, as best friends often do. And it further upsets me that she doesn't understand how I feel. xxxx

Us

the only difference between you and me,
is that you're caged away,
while i'm flying free.