Every I Love You

A Poem by Molly

A poem about the heart break of loving someone who doesn't love you back

I Believe that, every "i love you" that I gave him
that did not get received, died .
That every beautiful intention, i gave to him, that was thrown back in my face
Cannot and will not be revived.

I believe that every whispered secret I spoke, that was lost in the echo of indifference,
faded into a pool of emptiness,
That every tender gesture, he rejected like you would a wilted bloom, withered beneath the weight of his unkind bareness,
That my dreams drowned in the shadow of his deflection

I Believe The broken promises made upon our wedding day,
Were like stones skipping on the limpid pools only to sink into the shadows and decay

And yet hope, faith, charity
like a fragile candle flame, buffered by the breeze, flickered,
Ever so slightly

I believe that every heartfelt promise I made,
Was Broken like glass on the cold, hard floor of life,
They sang a mournful and most awful sad song,
Its melodies carried by the haunting shadows of my despair were rife.

And my trust, once a bridge to our glorious soul,
Crumbled beneath the weight of the deafening silences that no amount of effort could repair

I believe that every act of kindness I did,
That he met with scorn, became a stone, and weighted around my neck, drowning me in the shadow of his rejection.

And Heaped upon the heart,
Each sharp edge cut deep into loves once ripe and sweetened flesh.
And it's companion, hope, and it's once torrent river, ran dry,
Yearning for hopes once most gentle touch.

I believe that every "I forgive you" that falls on hard and deafened ears,
Hangs heavy in the air, a cloak of weighted dreams no longer available, and now much too dear.

Chained to the past are hopes dreams held in grief, not yet released,
And love, in all its radiant splendor,
Struggles against the tide of griefs resentment,
Longing for the shores of the revisioned life..

I believe that every dreamtime dream shared under starlit skies,
Lost in the fog of Past misunderstandings,
Drifts away like smoke in the pipes of old men
And,
While the heart aches,
Craving connection,
The world has forgotten to listen.

I believe that every tear shed in silence,
Waters the roots of sorrow,
and that for wisdom to grow
its branches must reach for the light,
That sometimes the light isnt seen in this lifetime,

... You see True love takes strength,..
I can't be easy to love,
to needy,
to greedy... with my desires to touch and hug, to hold you close.
I sense I am easy with giving love, it's inbuilt gift of peacefulness, tenderness, faithfulness and gentleness, ....
it takes strength to hold my heart and place it before you,...
and what I know for sure,
Is that as I search for sacred threads,
To weave my heart with yours,...
I hope that the love I have given away,
Is finally given back in abundance
When I walk through heavens doors

Because surely no act of love is wasted on the chill of the rebuked embrace,
And love must weaken the resolve of
Even the hardest hearts who wish their paths retraced