How it will be

So we're talking again
never thought I would
Haven't forgiven you
Wish that I could

But I can still talk
And seem like I'm fine
Help with your problems
While you ignore mine

Strange schizophrenia
Between love and hate
Out of control now
For me its too late

So I hide my love
Because its so real
And I'll be a friend
And crush what I feel

And you'll knock me down
Again and again
And I'll get back up
Each time as your friend

It seems I'm doomed
Until I die
The rest of my life
Hiding a lie

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

A most earnest expression of your souls despair here but, It will only be this way, if you make it so Jon! Life is a journey and transparacy is it's aim. You are just at a certain stage of the journey, which way you decide to travel, is your choice alone, but we get there in the end, one way or another. Great write. Smiling at you, glad you are friends again, communication is everything in Tai's book!

[Kae Martyndale]

I definitely know how that feels. Great write!

[D. Elizabeth]

Jon this piece absolutely takes my breath away. I love how you've written everything so perect, and yet still so simple. It's as if you've picked out every single word out of puzzle, and it fits perfectly together. I loved how I could relate so well to this poem. It reminds me of several of mine, dealing with losing someone, learning out to let go. But never fully being able to. When the heart locks onto another, it's locked forever. much love, and respect. - D.E.