Your goodbye kiss was...
overwhelming just as the first;
feeling it throughout my whole body
the last kiss of love, passion, desire, and care.
never happened before! Now I see, blindly
wish we never met, so glad to really know; love.
Thankful, for your short lived love and generosity.
shall it ever happen again... no
I know I had a few boyfriends and
married several, I did not know... real love.
now I do, and love is, overwhelming,
painful as making you aware of a time wasted;
the coldness, withdrawal of love and
understanding me, seeing I embarrass you.
letting you be you, changing me into another
empty superficial shell, what was I thinking
just like God's kiss hello, overwhelming my
entire being, to where I could no longer stand,
down to the floor, just as I am, even now He
all the way to the floor; symbolically fetal again.
Loving you as I love Him since we met so many years
ago. How can I possibly rise again, now that I have known you
intimately, as He let me experience you fully.
Spiritually good, caring, loving, generous, laughing,
bright eyes, vibrant, adventurous, the side in the light.
superficial you, dark, deliberately uncaring, drowning your pain.
Slovenly, frightened, injured, judge my mental, fearful of what some
might say if they knew her condition, the stigma, embarrassment.
may as well be the plague. Emotionally you left me. To prove
to others how normal she can be. Too embarrassed; to let me be me.
That broke me, you should have to fix me. Broken, living alone. A-
where no one can come. Only Him, see how sick she is, poor thing.
I did not know. Of course not, you know not love. How sad for me,
pathetic, down, hear undesirable, you have gained weight, even more
are unpublished, not real artist, not in a gallery, not normal, dysfunctional kids
family is a mess. At least, you now call yours, more. Glad you are moving on...
you will settle for some semblance of normal, I still thank God everyday for I
t y o u,
just knowing the side of you who lives in the light was worth the pain.
at least I know, how men really are. Love is, not really in them beyond God
pets things reputations and the need for status in a superficial society. Since
can not be uS. Seeing your lack of understanding, knowing your unknowing
need for entertainment is sad. Losing moments of real love. Sad for me, you do
not know a stunning poet you murder. You never read somehow; never
you never got it. All the dualities and elegies, about you our love stirs. I am
thankful for all adventures, ungrateful for the break, this lost summer, trips I
planned for us to take. Wasted passport, paying money for rent. Wasted love
your normal thinking. Normal to run, to decide not to love. Not to grow, love more
more travels, adventures. Just stop and find someone new. Overtly and covertly,
I knew, became allergic to you. Stop your worry, poor thing, will stop bothering you.
you go mate, run, run, run. You know how to turn us on and off. The first and last kiss;
overwhelming just as the first, feeling it through my whole body the last kiss
of love, passion, desire, and care. Hurting to know, you turn it on and off. Go;
purpose you love, hurt and run. I always knew, that real love would hurt.
stunning poet, still loves true, Dearheart and her dearheart. All your wives.
Same pain, forgiving like Him, apparently on break. Whatever that is?
f you want to?
f you want to?