You haunt my dreams and dance in my nightmares. You taunt my desires and cheer my sorrows. Who are you to have such a pull on my heart, mind, body, and soul. Are you a devil in disguise or merely an angel sent to teach me a lesson? You brought me pleasure and peace to soothe me and woo me, then gave pain and remorse to wither on. You are the rare song bird just beyond my reach.
You sing sweet songs to lure me to the cliff. You hover motionless to pull me from the safety of earth. Yet you are still just beyond my reach. Your sweet song and plummage cause me to desire posession of your love. Your beak and claws are sharp as razors and cut as swiftly. I grasp for you as I fall into an abyss, yet you claw and peck as you seal my fate. I am doomed to reach the bottom of a bottomless feeling of sadness because I cannot have your love.
Cathartic, indeed!! It is those, whom we think we could only love the most, that elude us and make us wonder if we will ever love again. But, their attraction, their lure...often has a treacherous side...where we can lose ourselves. Moving on is good, but hard to see at the time.
I had a Cory too, but by another name ;-) I survived, but thought I wouldn't...isn't hindsight wonderful? ;-)
Sadly...I've felt this feeling...I think many of us have. Sometimes the best writing is that which needs to be written, and this obviously needed to be written. I like the emotion, it certainly pulled at my heartstrings. Nicely done.
Sweet whispers... seductive words... leading us straight into
desire.. which leads nowhere.. but to clutch our hearts and
question our minds and wonder how we managed to get here..
and for the love of life, who turned out the lights??!
Yes, my friend ... you have portrayed this painful love lost (or never had) perfectly.
Cathartic, indeed!! It is those, whom we think we could only love the most, that elude us and make us wonder if we will ever love again. But, their attraction, their lure...often has a treacherous side...where we can lose ourselves. Moving on is good, but hard to see at the time.
I had a Cory too, but by another name ;-) I survived, but thought I wouldn't...isn't hindsight wonderful? ;-)
This reminds me of a dream sequence....reaching out over the cliff and ultimately falling in...a very compelling telling of how broken loves leaves us broken.
Your letter-poem reminds me of my own lost loves....you set up a real push/pull dynamic with your line:
"I am doomed to reach the bottom of a bottomless feeling" That line sticks with me, I know just what you mean.