Oh, my.dear.
I never told you
I love you more than most
yet I will bury this spark in silence
Even if your disappointed frowns upstairs
looming ever-attentively
envelop from something I've never proved to be
more than my highest imagination run aground
goddamn this internal conflict now
This lack of satisfaction
I envy people
I don't mean to compare
but it's there
I hate this necessary series
of stark unpleasantries
and it doesn't go down without pause
but to evolve and hopefully progress...
I need to resolve this excess
and my love
you are beautiful
in every sense of the word
and in every sense of the world
you're my every cause
Therein lies the strength
of your weight in my heart
but
more importantly to me today
the right move is to honor
not mine
but his
weight in yours
and the worst part
isn't my sense of loss
but how I should have been better from the start
Dear Jane
Did not meet any expectations. Good luck, goodbye, good riddance poem?
She met every expectation,
She met every expectation, but she loves somebody else openly and outwardly. So I had to move on, and i have in the 3 years since I first penned this in a separate post. I split that piece into two tonight