I do love you I know you do love me Even though we only say we really like only each other You make me angry and upset Then build me up to make me happy and content You damage my mind many times Playing your sick head games With other chicks So I played with another guy Couldn't lie to you And it hurt to not be with you We are not both sorry for being with only each other But not saying I love you to each other Why do you ignore me? I got unlimited texting so I could text you more Why do you do this to me? Why don’t you answer me? What more can I do or say? Playing mentality games Is it me, no it’s you. You say sorry, when you are not I am becoming like you Not giving a flaming French toast stick I think about you and care about you More than anything, anyone, even myself You got me locked inside my mind going in ovals Wondering, pondering, if this is really true What is going on between us? We don't even know We are just letting whatever happens, happen For months Which I do enjoy from time to time But your words are painful Your actions are unclear I don’t think you mean to hurt me You are just used to it Like how we are used to being with each other I know I we are not perfect, I know I can be annoying But I do love you right I give you my kindness, sweetness, my love I just cannot let you be Sending text messages to you like it's addicting When your love is the addicting part It amazes me how even if you say hello to me that day Brightens up my whole face I don't care about flirting with others hair that’s fine I am usually not pretending, When you are around me Even though you say some messed up stuff I feel right, secure, I do not fake my smile I just want to be with you more and more Please do not ignore my love and soul anymore You make my mind turn into dark blackness with sickening thoughts When you abuse my love Then the next day you make my heart flutter with excitement During the night I dream of holding you and smelling your scent Time drags on and it feels like you are too far away Until I hold your hand
I want to kiss you Making everything wet and we have to clean up Our hearts beat and my whole feelings and spirits are up It hurts to much to even think about reality How we are not bf/gf But I try not to think and living in reality I like to think of the happy times in my life With you During the day when I think of something and smile It's because you texted me hello When I remembered our last date During the night it takes me awhile to fall asleep Because I think of everything...
Everything that reminds me of you I know I have to try to get you off my mind I know you ignore me because you are probably busy Smoking or eating With some well thought out excuse about your new cell phone That some how makes you cute I cannot help thinking about you all the time We use each others love to have fun It hurts to love you this much But I cannot stop.
I like how this poem isn't conforming, and how your writing isn't really like anyone else's I've seen. it's your own, your own feelings and your own emotions. and that's what life really is. It's full of emotions and feelings and love that also can feel frustrating. i like how in your poem it expressed loving someone even when it hurts--loving them even in pain and suffering, a great paradox, but often true. kind of like...it hurts so good. anyway, i just like how your poems are in your own style, and i really liked the point you made in this one. :)
"Ah, Love. A wretched bond!" - Captain Barbados of The Pirates of the Caribbean. Them moment I heard that line, I knew it was spoken just to me. At that time, i was in a relationship much like what your poem here describes, very real, very raw, strong feelings and strong confusions. It can all be summed up with the quote above, and I don't envy your painful situation, but I do emphasize. It is exactly where all of us go in a relationship not yet fully functioning or mature. I'm almost 40 years old myself, and just now starting to get a grip on LOVE, to understand its nature, and its purpose. Great poem here, so bare bones and emotionally revealing. Keep on writing and writing....for in pain comes wonderful inspiration. Plus, it purges the soul of the weight it bears to hold it all inside. You have a gift for honesty. Use it. And definitely keep on writing because this was beautifully written in a most un-forced, natural expression of your pain. Good work.
I liked how this piece seemed to just tumble down the page, thoughts spinning in and out of different places of the piece. As I read down it, I never knew what subject might come up, or back up a gain. It made the need to read it all much more. lol :)
But as for the topics that came up within your piece, you touch upon many that plague so many people... With the ability to stay in contact all the time, via Text, call, email...or other mode. When no communication happens... We wonder why! For it is so easy to get a hold of people. Memories of days and moments in one's life also pop back up and wash through the mind as we scroll through past messages, texts and the like.
Over all you present life in a very twisted form, but it's much more accurate than anyone really wants to admit.
I love how this emotion pins you in the heart. I can tell you poured your heart and soul into this. You're a gifted writer, really, because you write straight from the heart. That's something every writer should do.
I like how this poem isn't conforming, and how your writing isn't really like anyone else's I've seen. it's your own, your own feelings and your own emotions. and that's what life really is. It's full of emotions and feelings and love that also can feel frustrating. i like how in your poem it expressed loving someone even when it hurts--loving them even in pain and suffering, a great paradox, but often true. kind of like...it hurts so good. anyway, i just like how your poems are in your own style, and i really liked the point you made in this one. :)
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