The Theft

Love is a funny way of making excuses,

giving each one of us

our own separate nooses;

I didn't choose this, this misuse

of emotion could fill the distance that keeps us apart

it's all in my heart; where did it go?

I assumed I would know

But how could I?

The wind has to blow

and the sun has to set

and I know this but yet;

there's a feeling I can't disregard

I'm going into battle unarmed and unharmed

My eyes stray and linger and fade and weave

but they don't see, at least not what I want them to

The acceptance of the fact that there's nothing more;

no white distant shores

If that's all there is, I can never adore

Never Love, Never Sacrifice

trapped in an hourglass

timebomb ticking, glued to my seat

as seconds pass

a never changing

never engaging

wallflower

I don't allow myself to love

because deep down

I know I don't deserve it

They say to be loved you have to love in return

give and take

a mistake

Because when, not if, when

You Lose them

They're gone, forgotten

It's stolen

forever.

 

Reviews

[YourSecondShadow]

Great! haha

[Frantzuu]

Great poem, :)