CccLLe

Yeah umm
i

iVE been try.yin to
write you something
more or less say.yang
everything my lips
can't

and the more i try
the more my hands tremble
and my tear.ducts
well yeah tears they
make

iFeel like a loser
trapped in[side]this place
[herenow] sliding under the sheets
trying not to think of him but of
you

some nights are bet.her
than others
when im stuck
trying to forget his fake
love

but you see
im often defeated because
my body is weak from
the three hours i let you enter
me

and with this
being said
i suppose it's tru
i can't make you love me
but
you
do

 

Author's Note

For UCC

Reviews

[Lauren Stegg]

Hmmm...I've read many of your pieces and I feel I'm being messed with each time. :) The way you write is artistic and purposeful. This clearly is not an instance where I should suggest that a writer capitalizes "I" or uses apostrophes.

In this poem-
Real love overcomes fake love, honesty overcomes fear, acknowledgment overcomes self-doubt. There seems to be a battle here over painful memories of a past lover and fantastic memories with a new one. The possibility of being open to happiness can feel so oddly intimidating.

My favorite stanza:
iFeel like a loser
trapped in[side]this place
[herenow] sliding under the sheets
trying not to think of him but of
you

Yea, I can relate to the feeling presented there.
This is truly beautiful writing. I'm jealous.

[Engulfed in Flames]

I love your writing style...

"my body is weak from the three hours i let you enter me"

that sent chills

[lostintheworld]

yes
i do

and i will

always

[Kess Blair]

the fabulous week.end {state}