You look me directly in the eyes
Speak your mind without a flinch
You tell me you love me
But there is no emotion
I know the truth
Your body language shows you want me
Your eyes tell a different story
So hollow and empty
I can see right through them
I know the truth
Do you think I don’t know?
These lies you weave,
I can see right through them
It leaves a taste of disgust
I thought you knew me…
You don’t know me
David,
David,
Think of pain as a tool. Of these five poems of yours I just read. Every one of those experiences I would say are teachable moments for you. Love can not be earned or paid it just is there and if it is not then one must walk away otherwise you go through what you went through in those 5 poems shared. My mother says you can't draw blood out of a turnip. I say toss out that turnip and look for a nice girl with warmth in her heart for you. Why love an empty vessel that misses the mark when it comes to loving you back? Keep writing too its a salve for the aching soul. I've written through unrequited love and all its heartaches too, far many more times than I wish to recount. again.Steer clear in future of emotionally unavailable women who only want you physically that can only hurt you again and again. Being wanted is never enough. Find a woman who will love you for you and then the wanting you physically will come as a natural by product of that deep love. I wish you all the best my poetic friend. Keep writing and keep evolving, as the alternative to that i never good.sincerely Melissa Lundeen.
Melissa, Very wise
Melissa,
Very wise words, thank you for sharing.
David