A Peculiar Love

A Peculiar Love

A Poem by Poet Pittinix
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This is a sad love story.

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We had a peculiar love for each other.

I don’t think I’ll ever find this love again.

We had the closest relationship.

You were an obedient young lady,

But I didn’t take advantage of your compliancy.

 

You let me do anything that pleased me.

I could play in your long black hair,

And I could sleep in your comfortable bed.

You allowed me to caress your legs.

I could hug you like a little child,

And I could kiss you any time I wanted.

 

We often ate and drank together,

Yet I felt that I didn’t actually have you.

I wanted you to be my wife,

But I knew that it wasn’t going to work.

This is what I was worried about,

And I made the worst decision of my life.

 

You felt that things were going okay,

And you were puzzled that I wasn’t satisfied.

You didn’t mind loving me in secrecy,

But I wanted more than that.

I couldn’t continue waiting indefinitely,

So I finally decided to back away.

 

My impatience led to our breakup.

Sadly, you took it the wrong way.

When I called you, you hung up the phone.

My feelings for you didn’t end there.

Darling, I wish you had seen that.

 

Even though I partially had you,

I felt much better at that time than I do now.

Our love for each other was so peculiar;

Even now, I can’t understand it.

The important thing is that I still love you,

And you have a reason to believe me.

© 2025 Poet Pittinix


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Author's Note

Poet Pittinix
I hope you can't handle this one.

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Added on January 22, 2025
Last Updated on February 15, 2025
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Poet Pittinix
Poet Pittinix

Kingston, West Indies, Jamaica



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Hi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..

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