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Trying to get all this lovehate thing out

I've wanted to write this for awhile,
I need it out of my system,
Whether in words or in blood,
I need to get it out for its ENOUGH!

I liked you, once upon a time,
I got over you, not that long ago,
But now I miss you, And i don't understand so.
How is it that you can cure,
But it comes back and strikes you,
Worse than it was before.

I close my eyes tonight,
And all i thought about was you,
Not the one my heart I gave to,
I thought of him long enough,
But he forgot me the moment I said yes.

Tonight I dreamt of you lover boy,
The one I held on to in my childhood core,
The one I looked for in every room,
That tall young man I looked into,
And saw a good guy with a sharp unforgiving tongue.

Why is it that you,
Took advantage of the special care I gave you,
You used me lover boy,
And yet I still loved you,
You treated me worse than anyone else,
So guess what lover boy,
I came out as a fox and a tiger at once,
Said all I had to say,
And never regretted it.

But now I admit,
I miss the intelligent conversations we had,
It's difficult to talk crap with all the other boys,
Cause it gets me no where,
Except feeling like a whore.

I miss being able to look into your eyes,
Being comfortable there,
Even when you look back,
I'm not afraid.
But after a shatter of glass confidence,
I am no more there.

I can't look into anyone's eyes,
I can't tell who am I to the one I love,
For even If I am honest, he judges me,
And that is all I can feel.


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Interesting thoughts.....I liked reading it. Unconditional love....is an ideal. The truth is that even when we truly love someone we see their flaws and if we really love them we often bite our tounge to be "true". But if we're really true we will say the hurtful thing that needs to be said. Reason: it hurts us more to see the people we care about hurting themselves. That's what I was thinking. But too much "frightningly honest" becomes it's own form of hurt and is not love. Love is thinking about the effect of what you say on the other and making judgements that err on the side of friendship and kindness. See...your poem made me think a little
 


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