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I know we arent together, and you're no longer mine

but that doesnt change how I feel, you're always on my mind.

When I think about you, I am filled with such love

God brought you in my life, inspired from above.

The Thought of you, brings a smile to my face

and I never want you sad, and you look good wearing lace.

you make me feel; there's nothing I cant do

when we are together, I'd do anything for you!

Its hard to describe; all the feelings I feel

all I am sure of, is that these feelings are real.

when you kiss me, I experience a rush and a high

I cant explain it, so I won't even try...

all I am certain, about you and me...

is we belong together, and one day you too will see. 

I need you in more ways, then you can guess

but you need me more, not any less!

I'm not sure why, you dont want love in your life

but If I had my way... I'd take you as my wife.

you are the one thing; that makes me feel whole

You are the best thing in my life... I need you to know

One of these days, maybe you'll feel the same way

and you'll find any excuse to contact me each day

Paul (ChryWizard)  Posney ©02/03/2018

All this time, I've been told..."Absence makes the Heart grow fonder,"

Only to find out, you're just left dazed and empty inside. You remain

Standing alone, smoldering in ashes, then drowning in a pool of sorrow,

Made from a river of your own tears to extinguish the flame.

Now you're stuck up a creek without a paddle as you plummet

Over the falls into the dark obyss, churned up in endless swells of

Self pity and loneliness.  Drenched and half drowned from swallowing

Your pride, you pull yourself up on the rocky shore, pausing for a

Moment to catch a breath and reflect back, realizing, you survived.

Now, the long walk home, weighing your options, sequencing events,

Taking in all that's happened, you are anxious, and anticipate making

better plans... for your next, wild adventure.

An infrequent kiss

A stray touch

An occasional kindness

You stave of my

emotional starvation

and tantalize me with

fantasies 

of the whole cake

Altogether different, by nature draws together
One with hands of satin, the other, hands of leather.

X and Y , a different breed, by far, a different mental need
Whats physical and plants the seed
She suddenly feels the emotional lead
That he forsakes in the name of greed
Her sideways glance that he can't read
her heart that easily so can bleed
that fault of hers that he can't feed.
A man is a man, and a woman can plead.

It's as simple as that. X and Y
Accept it for what it is.
And you are his.

How does one know when it’s right?
When winter finally changes to spring and the sun shines a little brighter
Or does the day just turn into night?
And one wonders can I ever go back to when it was lighter?
When do I let go?
Please, how do you know?
Tell me to let go of hope
Or do I keep fighting,
Fighting for what used to be?
I don’t know I really don’t, I wish one of these days I could just see
But I guess I’ll have to be patient with what my heart decides happens to me.

BREAKUP: a poem

I hate my life.

I hate his life.

I hate life in general.

I hate summer, and sunshine.
I hate flowers.
I babies, kittens, and puppies

I hate soft things and trees
I hate silver rings, and chirping birds
Dancing
wind
And don't get me started on food

I hate music
I hate laughter
Planet Earth
Continents, Oceans, the Moon
The Universe

And anything beautiful
Except how we made love
Really.. Never again?

My refreshed mind can’t help but want to apologize
For the irrationality, insecurity, instability
And also my inability to compromise
Now I know what it’s like on the other side
Of those long-winded misguided replies
A selfish attempt to justify myself
Rather than let the issue lie.

(Although I cannot bring myself to feel shame
For I don’t know how I got to acting that way.)

I could not accept, that I got myself into this mess
So I gave away all the blame and all the stress
I gathered all of my frustrations
and built a wall of expectation
then put you to the test.

In the end, my retreat was fueled by self-preservation
A desperate mind that could find no other options
But the fault for losing my heart’s foundation –
It was all mine.

And even in this hindsight
My decision is neither black nor white
Selfish or necessary, wrong or right
Either way I must forgive
For it’s a decision with which I have to live

Driving home drunk with water
From snowglobes
To see a would-be father in your living room
Swords drawn, a prophet to your screams
While I tripped and fell on my own bayonet
Long dulled by your heart and lungs
To your photographs: my torture device
My crucifix in a shoebox
And I, a gilded cage
A sultan on your couch
Watching the cosmopolitan image
And your thirsty work
How close I was
Your uncooperative tongue
I've considered the lilies for far long enough
You schizophrenic Lilith atop my Christmas tree
And maybe one day, I'll sling off your reigns
And cast you on the earth like a curse

She
Sheds love.
Void of emotions;
Me
I love with all my heart
Foolishly old fashioned.
My time is not,
Made of the ways I face each day.
I am not built
Nor am I okay with throw away love.
But she,
I saw her change.
Just a flip of a switch
And she walked away.
Differences