His sweet voice and gentle compliments
work so hard to appeal to me,
yet his words fly past me,
leaving no special sweetness behind.
and still he strives to show me his heat; through his jokes,
through his tears, and through the truth in his eyes.
But i can't laugh at his jokes, or relate to his tears,
or look into his eyes the way he wants me to.
There's no realization on his part that my love for him is
just as special as his, just as honest as his,
just, not the same as his.
Constantly he reminds me of my "kindness," and "beauty" and
"selflessness."
but his opinions just leave me reminding myself of my hatefulness,
my ignorance, and tyranny.
Every tear that he sheds over me is a bit of my heart
that floats away. leaving me incapable of loving again.
winds of guilt throw me off my feet everytime i
hear of his sadness, and even more of my heart flies away.
He's constantly setting me up for more guilt,
and i know he doesn't see his distraught responses as guilt trips,
but even so, they're working.
They're cutting through my strength like a mother bear clawing
at her cub's predator.
they're seeping through my veins from the point where
my fingers tremble, to the very pump that keeps me alive and well.
they're sucking out the love, the care, the humility, and
determination from within me.
His depression has won over me, it's succeeded.
It's left me with out a heart.
Splendid, a telling of a story that is all to familiar for some, there are times when we have to bare the guilt of someone else's feelings and if we don't intend to hurt. Great job!
Absolutely beautiful! Each line created/gave way to the essence of the entire piece. It was intriguing how you showed how unrequitted love slowly made way to the beauty of requitted love. I love how you let the meaning grow throughout the entire piece. This was an absolute excellent piece!
Wow, I can really feel this poem.
And not just because I'm in a similar situation, but also because the words and the
description is so well thought out and said, that I can relate even more, as well
as so many others probably can too.
Awesome job!
wow. correct me if im wrong, but is it kinda llike he is the sugerand frosting on the cake, and as you eat it you feel good, but at the same time your guilty for eating all the calories, but you cant resist, and eventually you have eaten the whole thing?
besides the misunderstanding, its really good and it makes me sad to know that the thought of flattering someone can cause that person pain. Great job!
wow.. i really like the emotion conveyed through your powerful poem. i sometimes feel like this,
you try to help someone out, but they sort of lead you into their depression as well.. you try so hard, but then later on one turns so heartless and careless..
thanks for sharing this with us
-ruth
I feel this deserves an update..seeing as i'm no longer 16 ;)
Well, of course i still love writing poetry, I'm actually in a poetry class right now! It's dandy..
I like the color red, alot.
I C.. more..