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What the ^*@k is my Problem?
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Hostile Is Good Sadly, I still love you, and I can't belive I'm saying this. Is it because you protected and helped me to experience sheer bliss?
How am I still falling head over heels for someone so untrue, and how did you convince me for so long that my moms was just"hating on you"?
I should have know better, all the claims of getting cheddar lead you to her bed.
Why do I listen to what you say and adopt the lies and abandon the truth that bared itself numerous times.
Overlooking relationship crimes, like whispers and foreign numbers on phones.
Telling me you're coming over and I wait on the porch alone.
Stevie Wonder can see the signs, but a thing called love has me blind.
Not just that but deaf and dumb, all of your apologies don't begin to sum up the amount of tears I've cried.
To think you asked for my hand in marriage, said you invisioned me pushing your seed in carriage, and one day growing old together.
Never thought this kinda weather would storm through and kill my impression of you.
Right now I don't know what to do,but I can't fade.
I admit that I'm being played and have displayed my weakest side to the world.
It's like looking through shit to find a faux pearl.
A waste.
Trying to rid my mouth of the bitter tast of failure.
I guess it's only right that I pay the cost, but out of all the things you've taken from me , my dignity seems to be lost.
I still love you and I can't believe I'm saying this.
Honor, this is super poem. I like the analogies of Stevie wonders visions versus yours and the weather storming in to kill your thoughts of your 'love'. I can see the hurt you felt and the pain that lingers. You may still love this person, but I believe it is only a love for something that you thought was there (and maybe was). Don't let your heart fade. I most enjoy your poetry...Tom