I have given up on the thought of happiness.
The idea of finding someone to make right all the inevitable wrongs has left me standing in awe.
Fear grips my feet,
So from this danger, I cannot run.
Doubt holds my tongue,
So pleading is of no use.
That beautiful bird, love, I once held in the palm of my hand,
Cherishing it, admiring it, nurturing it
Has found reason to rebel.
Has found material to revolt!
So deep, the wounds it left.
So should I, being left with these bruises reach for another?
Will it not simply make the recent wounds all the worse?
I give up on persistency.
Yes, i lay down my gauntlets of ambition,
And pick up the flag of dismay.
Cursed to always be reminded that desires are only but such.
I smile, when depression holds me, but to none i have revealed.
Laughed, when torment abuses me,
And in the presence of adversity I look down.
In hopes that maybe what clearly stands before me, is a figure conjured by the fears instilled by past failures.
With a breath, I confess;
I regret nothing, but choose to remember nothing.
Let go memories, you foolish, deceptive minions of emotions,
Bringing nothing but confusion to the already unstable reality we are all victims to.
Must i continue to give my love to another?
Does not throwing the last of your food blindly into the ocean make more sense than to give the very essence of your existence to another who only sees this gift as a toy? To be played with whenever the feeling surfaces? And then what? Leave the matter of your being on the floor for another to have a turn?
I have given up on tears,
For as they dry, more appear.
In the end, it is clear, that nothing is for everyone nor everything for anyone.
Let love live, but let the heart die!
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