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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