Tell me, am I wrong about love
Or does love have no clue who I am?
On a cynical note, I've always known
I can have it, if I let it happen
I turned and found that
I never needed a pill to see
What they meant by alternative reality
In idealistic fashion I found that
Dull shades flash gold to strangers
And lonely bus stops hold love for
Those in search of ominous answers
Lies have always meant more to me
At least they've always been honest
About the extent of their dishonesty
To me, that's a straightforward mentality
In time I learned the folly
Of lean muscular grace
And of flashing brown eyes
From an imploringly attractive face
Trust comes in 4 forms
But for each comes 4 more ways to break it
Intimacy is an unstable, demanding lover
And sometimes, it's simpler to forsake it
Then I felt the call
Of the forbidden fruit
Temptation makes a cozy fall
The reasons I couldn't
Meant nothing at all
Colored smoke was a smile
Decorating an unintentionally
Sultry expression on
The unobtainable's face
Lastly, I saw the devastation
Of intrigue on a searching heart
As instant attraction took over
Accounting for only a little part
Is admiring from afar worth
The heartaches and stomach twists
When you finally realize that
The object of your affections
Never even knew that you exist?
Is love a real concept
Something you can understand
And more importantly, get?
Does it lie in denial,
Is love a sculpted form
Attraction based on style,
Can you ever love that which
You know you could never have,
Or somebody who you've never
Really even known?
How do you even know that you exist?
I'll wonder forever if I'm really here,
Writing this anthem of self-realization,
And I'll wonder how anyone could love another
When we can barely even love ourselves
If we're even here at all
If we disbelieve the cliff,
We discredit the fall
And the fatal aftermath
That never really happens anyways.
Author notes
This is the story of every time I ever thought I was "in love", or anything close.
Please tell me what you think
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such a level headed poem. When Heartaches and stomach twists find me alone in the cold my mind explodes explores devours any good thought and goes wild.. I like your poem and I can see where it's headed. Unlike my situation.
"The heartaches and stomach twists
When you finally realize that
The object of your affections
Never even knew that you exist?"
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wow...so deep. I can understand this because there's a guy that I like so much right now and he doesn't know I exist. I've said hi to him a few times and that's about it. Hey you seem like a cool person to get to know. I'm Suicidal Intimacy. I hope we can maybe become friends on here.
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Hey, thanks for the comment, I think anybody can relate to that aspect of love at least. Thanks for adding me to your favorites, I'll do it back if my stupid computer lets me.
PS - I don't suppose you have msn do you?
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wow... me liked this
you've packed a lot into this... unrequited love, questioning existence, trust issues... should i go on?
i'd love to write a long poem of this type
very good writing
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It's funny that you're the first person to comment on this, when I reread it, I thought it seemed like something you'd like in particular, but I wouldn't message you about it cause my messages dont work unless it's replies, and because that's kind of shameless self promoting and all :-P.
As for the existence questions, i think I meant that more as in.. people you put a lot of faith in not knowing you exist, it kind of ruins your self confidence, makes you feel like you don't stand out to others, etc.
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