You sold me out to save yourself.
Desired by many.
Loved by none.
Too much to handle.
Unlike no other,
meant to be good.
Intentions not to offend,
none the less insolence vacillates.
Intimidation presses.
Men acting as boys,
perhaps that’s the misgiving.
No man to handle such a siren.
Looking for that one.
Grab the reins and ride.
Hearts that lay in pieces truly can beat again
If only for a moment
the ease of affliction is possible
Torment pushed aside by caramel eyes
Weakened as desire for another presses
Strong hands touch
Lips kiss
Senses dulled by words on sweet breath
Know this;
if nothing at all
There is life after the death of love
New love blossoms like a flower in spring
A fresh do over
Old pains never truly forgotten
Time doesn’t heal wounds
Moving on makes it bearable
To love and lost is as if death saturates
Corrupting all good to which once blessed
Air turns to acid as this shell becomes hollow
Breaths become mechanical
Mind and body fight for survival
as the soul turns to ash
All’s taken including any reason for life
Once tear soaked cheeks
now dry without emotion
No longer belonging to the one
True love is better left untouched
Broken forever with missing pieces
never found again
Pain accompanies always
never gone
Used to it?
Maybe
Covet it?
Yes
Want it?
No
They come and they go
Love inconsistently.
Arguably most important
Many rarely are.
The few permanently bonded
Eventually all return.
Life’s too short
Appreciations hold dear.
Love; of English alphabet.
Beauty in four letters,
Simple and perfect.
Does thou love thee when imperfection begins?
To what if fallacies take over?
Is love patient?
Would love abandon when life’s low?
Life without love is unbearable!
If forced to choose between life and love;
Love wins every time.
Shell de Toni 