my love dies hard

 

 

and I am not ashamed to say it.

 

I love with a vengence

I feel with intense heat

I yearn with passions so colorful

my heart means business

from beginning to end

 

from the very beginning

I have caused a stir

curious to see what ripples may form

 

but your pond is stagnant

I cannot live near it

anymore.

 

you never asked for my heart

but I gave it, offered it

knowing

when you opened your eyes

you would feel it too-

 

and now

we share our pain

my pain trickles out and

infects you

and it seeps in through your open wounds

some old and some new

and you start to feel me

and you start to feel

and you begin to see

 

just in time

to see me walking away

mourning

our lost love

that never was

 

DO NOT

say

in days to come

that I threw this all away

 

YOUR PRIDE

and

YOUR SELF

 

have prevented you, hindered you

 

"hear him out"

my Maker says

I have been searching for

what you have to say

and come up empty handed

 

could it be

that you are, in reality

a silent man?

is your love language shown

in actions and deeds?

for your words are many

but I still don't see you

or know you

you have yet to speak to me

 

I am suspecting

that you betray yourself

by attempting to be what you are not

 

you do not need to be these things

you do not need to be everything

to everyone

you do not need to know all, be all, say all and feel all

you are a good man

through and through

with so much to give

 

I see this

and I want you to live

a real life

 

aside from "me and you"

aside from all that crap

listen to me

set yourself free

crawl out of this pit

get away from these people

you are so much better than this

 

you are eating food of the dogs

you are speaking things that feed the beast

retreat and

take some time out

 

go somewhere

go to the beach

take some time to yourself

get some sun

and

drink some beer

 

think

 

 

 

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written for my dear friend Tolestrent here on the cafe who has lifted me to new heights with his writings.