Something Called Tough Love

Hidden feelings never die, and I have no other way2let go. I love u.

 

I’m feeling lyke I’m losing.

My heart is wide awake & I’m still snoozing.

Insanity never mattered.

I find myself chasing u whether bruised or battered.

Pouring out my emotions lyke baby milk.

I’m as rough as leather but gentle lyk silk.

Do u even realize that u treat me lyke a fool?

You are the gardener & I’m the tool.

I told myself, I quit & why should I care.

I don’t deserve this, I’m always there.

Maybe this will help me let go.

I don’t want2but u won’t c what I show.

Ima try harder so I can melt away lyk ice.

You’re here w/me yet u don’t exist in my lyfe.

I admit it, addicted2my 1st true luv.

When I wake up in the morning, you’re who I think of.

I luv u, then I hate u.

My heart won’t let me escape u.

U take my luv w/ease.

U leaves me weeping on my knees.

When they ask who’s my role model, I tell them it’s that little brown bottle.

But it takes more than hennessey2help me swallow.

The path 2 you, I follow while moving further away.

Sometimes I think I would die if I didn’t see u the next day.

When I leave this space in tyme, luv may die 4eva.

Always chasing rainbows 4 you, my treasure.

 

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

Based on the other reviews people have written, they like what you have written. I like the topic as well. You know Tempations, Cant' get next to you! While I understand the use of numbers and letters in poems as a way to further compress the story you want to tell, my feeling is that they detract from your tale of unrequited love. Unfortunately, there is nothing new here, though you have one or two lines that show promise - that little brown bottle, but nothing of substance followed it. I feel your angst, but I am not moved by it; it is presented too commonly to have the desired effect, I think.

[Ms. Ella M]

nice, i like your writing style

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

I'm feeling this. You expressed yourself very well. I know the feeling of lost and longing. But things happen and sometimes you have to let love go to appriciate what you once had. I like the why you played with your words. A few typos but good write.

[universalove]

this poem is good. true love hard to be found. so you have to finish playing the tape until the end. you can do bad by yourself or you can do good by yourself ? writen well.