"True" LoveA Poem by WitheredWhite
I was once told that I don't know how to truly love.
I think it's true. I know how to lust, want and desire... and it burns like wildfire. But to love someone to their face only lasts so long for me. once I get my hands on it "love" fades quicker than a rose in winter you see. The passion I constantly crave becomes a game. After the first time, skin never feels the same. The first sign is the distance, resistance, And the lack of conversation after saying everything in existence. Then I get angry and run away. I prey and stray. Was it the abuse? Or is it just misuse. I mean, beyond a combination of pheromones and hormones that tell us how to feel, there is no "real". So I steal words from someone else's lips, waiting for someone else to slip. Or is it that I truly do love ... Did love? And knew that it would never be truly returned to me? No guarantee? No warranty? No...just frailty. Guilty. Of having truly loved once. © 2016 WitheredWhite |
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Added on November 13, 2016 Last Updated on November 13, 2016 Author
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