Wicked Love

You loved me at my weakest

You loved me at my strongest

I need to know do you

Love me any longer,

I worship the ground you walk on

Every breath you take

All the kisses and hugs

Yet I feel our love is gone,

Due to the doubts

That run through my mind

I can't help but wonder

If we are going at this

With just me all in

Are you in or out,

Sometimes I don't hear from you

And I get insecure...

Whenever I do

I feel like you're holding me through,

My mind is just twisted

Playing tricks on me

Are you feeling the same

Is this some kind of game

Or are we just pawns

In a type of wicked love

Do you feel the same?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The question of love leave us wanting to know what is true or not? I like the way you led me into question and wonder. I like the question at the end of the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tarry Franck]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this - Thank you

[Carissa Marie]

Exactly what I feel right now. I love how this sounds lyrical when I read it.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so very much

[Leigh]

I guess we all do feel powerless when love is so important to us and so uncontrollable like its a game that is working against us and you have described this so well, your ending question highlights your insecurity perfectly.

[Sam Ingram]

This is wonderful. The questioning, uncertainty and complexity is exactly what makes it so real.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so much!

[Ohhhwillow]

I can relate completely, how tiring it is to wake every morning and expect no sweet words, like we used to.. To have no idea if they still see you as that light they fell in love with. Why the heart is in pain think rationally. Sometimes you just have to be strong and show them how great you are. Good work, this is stunning

[Tarry Franck]

Willow - thank you for a wonderful review - you really made me think even more - what a delight you are :)

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Lovely could feel doubt in your words

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you

[Frieda P]

Dump that creep and move on with your life...you deserve it, wicked love is only fun for so long, then it gets old and gives you wrinkles, you don't want wrinkles do ya?!! Nice one Tarry....

[Tarry Franck]

Thank Frieda...I think LOL ;)

[quinfinn]

are there are lingering doubts in your heart that is a fairly accurate indication that something is wrong. we own these instincts for a reason. i love the way you worded this piece. it resonates with my own experiences. well done.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you very much

[David Scott]

Love is not wicked... Yet some forms of human expressions we call love can be wicked indeed. The most wicked is the unknown. The ambivalence to reasure that what we feel is real and shared. This poem felt like a true question of a heart being neglected like a flower left in the shadows with the water drying into the air from her roots.
Wonderful read for me.

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so much!!!! Some of your comments are like poetry in motion - I just love them.

[Lover Of Words]

This is amazing! And i know who this is about and yalls love is for sure not over Nice work dear :) you deffently told a story of this love you have for him!

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you dear.

[Lover Of Words]

My pleasure

[Tarry Franck]

:)

[Lover Of Words]

you are amazing dear aunt of mine

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you so much - I'm going through so much right now after losing Ace, my dog, I'm just in a daze and depressed severely. Hang in there with me girl :)

[Lover Of Words]

Oh i am not going anywhere :)

[Tarry Franck]

I know it just helps if I say it. I know I've been distant and I apologize for that!

[Lover Of Words]

You have no reason to apologize for it i understand

[Tarry Franck]

Thanks my angel

[Lover Of Words]

Its my pleasure