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To Think I Thought I Loved You
Surely I was deluding myself,
to think I loved the likes of you.
Who treated me as though
I were evil incarnate.
Who sneered at me when I walked
And laughed rudely if I dare speak.
You who thought yourself so high
rubbing your latest conquest in my face.
I do not care to know how big they were
I do not care how easy it was for you
I pretended to care because I loved you.
Oh, how could I ever listen to such nonsense,
How could I delude myself into believing
that you were a kind-hearted soul,
a person I could ever enjoy
the company of.
Oh, how could I fool my heart into believing
that there was any hope for
us to be together some day.
To think that you could care for me.
Even though you spoke of her
and him and her and him and her and you
But never of me.
And yet I sat there and listened.
And then one day you kissed me
and I thought, maybe I was right.
Maybe this is possible.
That you should love me as I
have bothered loving you.
So I tilted my head to the side
and kissed you back with all my might.
I threw all I felt into that one kiss.
My anger.
My rebellion.
My heartache.
My sadness.
My loneliness.
My love.
My hatred....
I love you
I hate you
I love you
I hate you
I need you.....
Finally you pull away and I am breathless.
We smile kindly into each others eyes.
and both our lips part in the same instant
"I love you," I say.
"I never knew lesbians could kiss like that," You reply.
I am stunned.
To think I ever thought I loved you....
Now it makes me sick.
Since the beginning of time,
Since the beginning of time, people have never been able to define "love" as something everyone agrees with....and yet parents and society in general has no conscience about forcing their own definition on their own children. Then they wonder why children are confused about what love is, and why they cannot find it in the world. Deep and inspiring write.
We may have better results if we forget about love and just start with kindness.
~peace~
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I agree with you completely
I agree with you completely and this is ppssibly the reason why i am still unable to define just what the word love means. For now it means something to be avoided and feared because it can shatter a part of you that you neber knew was there.
Well, I am not going to argue
Well, I am not going to argue with you there...but that is why we need to learn how to accept and heal ourselves. We are the only ones who can do it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "