love me please, not!

soul of poetry, not the body of my mind

love me!
love me please, not!
today i lust
tomorrow why not, my sorrow!
while dreaming of you,
in my plain text, shining!
too bad I lost you with a bet
on life itself, just breathing!
the sharp ending of what i say will brake you
this spear of words unsaid will hurt you
my feelings just for you, the lonely self
here I am, taking my heart out
just to show you love and sympathy, why not!
tearing me apart, you're braking me, slowly!
into pieces like glass and dust, you won!
surely I do deserve, all that!
and here I am, the lonely part of fifty fifty
nonsense and the rest of that nasty crap
stop pointing that finger
stop saying it's all my fault!
because it ain't, it never was, like that!
just a lonely fifty fifty part
bleeding foolishly, this is my heart, ...not!

love me!
a thousand years.
love me please! not.
a thousand miles of shaderred memories
a thousand miles of broken hearts
a thousand miles of sweet tears
a thousand chances for you and me
a thousand people like you, not.
a thousand years never seem too much, besides you.
a thousand years to feel your love again,
I'll wait for sure, I'll eat the pain, why not!

...painting you a thousand years in my heart!
love me please... not!

Reviews

[Desideria]

Sorry... I accidentally deleted the review. So, I rewrite it. With welcome, as I found myself in this poem, it is just my love-story: "love me, love me not". It is somehow funny when one bets with life and the prize is the one he loves. Love is not a dies game as one might never know if it is a winning combination or not. Love is simply not a game, as when one loves somebody he never risks the the feelings of the one he loves. I will review all the poems (as I like them) as far as I have time.

[Claudel]

thank you for your kind words

[Desideria]

Really beautiful... Life is always beyond love and love is beyond life. And my advice, you should never make a bet with life, because life never lets us win.