Melancholy Heart

Who do I pour myself into?

Melancholy settles on a lonely heart, 

comforting me, 

saddening me, 

emptying me, 

filling me, 

speaking to me, 

lying to me.  

It's what I have to hold on to, 

even as I feel it slipping through my fingers. 

Desire is wonderful, it brought me to her. 

Desire is cruel, because I don't want anything but her. 

Desire is the forever hungry fire that devours, 

desire demands its sacrifices.  

What do I do while I wait? 

Who do I pour this love into to? 

Who do I talk to connect to, 

to connect to, 

in the only way she can reciprocate? 

A damn overflowing, 

a balloon about to burst, 

a pressure cooker clogged, 

an elevator at max-capacity,  

I am filled with no release in site...... 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

New love I've found is like a pair of new shoes. Pretty, shiny and clean to begin with but uncomfortable as hell. Old love in comparison is like a favorite pair of threadbare jeans worn for comfort and fitting perfect; maybe not the best looking thing to the casual observer, but the way it feels makes all the difference. Getting there, from point A to point B is all the work; surviving the young love long enough for it to become second nature. Wishing you all the love your heart deserves. F.

[Dave W.]

Fabian i really like this