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a spirit of sassa, love poem, see?

6/11/2019

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your rejection
my inner glow, erection
heart inspection
light detection

i can't love someone
unless you're just like me,
complex, complicated
and too blind too see...

that love can be found
and love can be had
it doesn't have to be over when things get bad
i love it that your sheets are plaid

doesn't have to be frightening
doesn't have to cause tightening
of one's teeth, to strike back, in attack
running, for the ruin, of the things we lack

like belief in the tender
the good intentions, the sender
the ability to hold,
without fear, it getting old

i love you
because you broke the mold
didn't surrender your soul, as we are told
that to do, to get through
and get by, hollow eyed
these are the reasons, deep inside, i have cried

about and for
and surprised, even more
because of, in spite of
welcome to awakening,
state of being, called love

as in, you
it is true
it is deep, not at thing called "cheap"

hurt, and heal, these layers i peel
not something i can shut off,
it's plain and simple, it's real

so yes, you can run, to the end of the earth
find every reason, to disbelieve, all my worth
find a dozen more challenges to conquer
taste their tongued and "timed up" offers

fuck and suck every body you can
but i'll still be waiting,
here, my heart, in your hand

i'm not psychotic
and i'm not a stalker
i'm not your nightmare
and i'm not betty crocker

i'm just a boy, who found you,
unexpected
and saw, there's a light, deep in you,
undetected

as in, who the fuck
has ever loved you, like me?
just give me a chance
and my god, you will see

that i will stick,
where others have left
as in, around
not leave you broken, bereft

i just know,
there's a "knowing", inside
that you are the one
whose truth i can feel, and abide

that you make me glow
where all the others, don't flow
and you "just get"
what all the others, can't know

me,
just by instinct,
as in "ual"
cause my knees to drop and drool

me, raw, exposed
my heart of fire, it grows
quenched, your ever confident hose

the only one
who can touch my rose
yet,
the only one blind
to what everyone knows

that this shit is real
all the things, "your magic", i feel
and this shit is happening
beyond the both of us
one day you will stand,
and i'll be there to kneel

before you and offer
everything i can give
and fuck us both
if we don't take the chance
and finally, live

"emerge to merge"
is what you said
and now, that shit's stuck in my head

this is not an obsession
or the manic side of a deep depression

it is called true love
i have finally found
it's you, god (don't) damn it
like the "go" in "around"

wake up, ill be waiting
patiently, plucked
to believe in another, i'm "shit out of luck"
an end to all the "dating and baiting"
just for you, lets' call it, "fate-ing"

as in, just something
that was meant to be
not just "you", not just "i"
but the "just right", that fits, our "we"

my love, it was born for you,
"spirit of sassa"
stay strong, stay true
don't question, as in "ask a"..

"nother", why this, "is", just true
both our favorite color is blue
and both of us
can't be loved, "in the regular"
to the goddess of love, i bow
and i beg of her

to send some angel
to send you a dream
that enlightens you to waken
don't be afraid, the you, in me

i'm not here to cause you harm
i just want die, your dreamboat, driven, arms

i just want to live, here
to please all your wants
i just want to give
without take, you, false fronts

i want nothing more
than to be your manwife and whore
learn to cook
and leave the past at the door

learn to belong,
deep in you, make it true
that merging together
forms a "one", from our "two"

now i'll shut up
and let you ball gag
your collared fag

as you learn to let go
of all the things you "red flagged"

as reasons not to believe, me, right for you
from the moment i heard you, i knew i was screwed

beyond your flaws, your shit as in "bull"
of love and wonder and hopes, just for you

you are the meaning,
"make a wish, it came true"



11 june 2019
ringwald love




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9/4/2019 07:46:22 pm

I used to wrote love poems too, however, I have long since quit that thing. I used to be in love with this girl, but she just never saw me that way. Of course, I am not mad that she does not feel the same, but it can really change a man, you know? I am now filled with nothing but emptiness, I have nothing that I want to do. I will never be able to write another love poem ever again.

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