i love you so much all i want is you back another chance is all i ask. you love me too and for what its worth i know im not alone you too,must hurt.
can't eat can't sleep my mind is a racing can't think can't focus your heart too, must be aching.
don't tell me to move on have you completely lost your mind how can i convince you you were born to be mine. you can't have met another you can't wish for me the same but i forgive you cause i love dispite your sounding insane.
minds racing but i'll fix this you won't feel a thing just my loving kiss. i won't say how just trust me as you once did i cant have you thinking like you, my minds twisted.
as i stand here loading i do so with two iv not become selfish i have one for you. but isnt that typical thinking of you as i always do but how can i not when im so very much, in love with you.
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
love the one your with and when you look for love dont look to be ones everything because saddly, too quickly too easily you can become any of the two in my poem... either one, the one pulling the trigger or the one at the other end of the gun.
Well itchy your poem was kind of scary for me. I don't think I want to be loved that much by someone. But I must say you are quite the gal. Even tho you are hurt you are still willing to share
itchywitchOPgalway, Galway IrelandDec 13, 2011
hi happygolucky im afraid i am not quiet the gal you might expect me to be, i dont write many poems here but when i do, there very seldom with MY emotions, dont know why that is' perhaps i am without any funny though, i can put myself in the shoes of others and feel either their comfort or their limp, strange isnt that? but there you go, my dad' he always did say i was the strange one .. sorry for scaring you or if iv now disapointed you
It takes a great amount of courage of your heart to put your thoughts right out there as you have done, a complete expression of devotion to not only another but also being completely honest with yourself. I commend you for sharing such passion even if that passion can't always be measured with the same yardstick as some simple emotion can.
Nothing wrong with you itchy. I do not always write about my experiences either. Some of my funniest poems did not have a thing to do with me or anyone I know. And you do not disappoint me. It makes your poetry even more thrilling now knowing that you write empathy for others. I think empathy is the right word. Hope your holidays are fantastic for you.
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USADec 14, 2011
Great poem itchy.. Perhaps one thing we don't like to admit in relationships is that no one person can take care of all our needs. We can fulfill each other in many ways but not all of them by any stretch. A person will only be as true to us as they will be to their own convictions. It is dependant on the root of their convictions whether or not they will or can have a sustaining relationship with us. People enter relationships putting their whole heart and soul and trust into human nature which is a dangerous proprosition..
It is often when we reach too far in our expectations of love is when we are truly left holding an empty bag of broken promises. There was nothing to suggest at all any safety net because of the fleeting nature of love which is precious but not always the most secure investment. Love is sometimes a little akin to making a bad investment with nothing but the best intensions. There is no telling how it will turn out, but those not in the game doesn’t even have a chance. Look around and hold close those people who want us and need us in life.
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i guess its a hard one to comment on so its easier not to care
im afraid i am not quiet the gal you might expect me to be, i dont write many poems here but when i do, there very seldom with MY emotions, dont know why that is' perhaps i am without any funny though, i can put myself in the shoes of others and feel either their comfort or their limp, strange isnt that? but there you go, my dad' he always did say i was the strange one .. sorry for scaring you or if iv now disapointed you
experiences either. Some of my funniest poems did
not have a thing to do with me or anyone I know.
And you do not disappoint me. It makes your poetry even more thrilling now knowing that you write empathy for others. I think empathy is the right
word. Hope your holidays are fantastic for you.