I don't understand why
I see you and can barely move;
this heart of mine is a certain betrayal
and today it betrays my love.
Or perhaps I tremble at the fears of other things;
like the way I ache to cross the world
only to hold someone's hand,
or the way I fear the dark
and hate being all alone.
So let these walls close in
and take me into them
there is nothing left here for me to hold
if I cannot name you as mine.
If this is freedom,
then freedom is a cruel fiend indeed.
I would rather take the chains and fire
over me without you with me.
Author notes
Two weeks until I return home from two months away, and I am nearly paralyzed with fear of seeing her again. But I must. I must see and speak and ask her to come with me. But oh, what if she says no? What if she says yes?
I know not what to do, but I must move forward, because she is worth more than the very air I breathe. I would rather die than go without her hand in mine.
-Ben
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/break-break-break/
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/529.html
A contest entry
- 'i love you' by Naridill.
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Comments
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Wow. When the heart pours it pours beautifully from you to the page.
This is truly a moving and heartfelt plea. Beautifully expressed in verse, tenderly caring and sincere.
Thank you for sharing this bit of you. I like the title too. Normally one would read Withough You but the effect of your title pulls the poem closer to the emotion because we see you as empty without her.
Nice work. I had to check out your poetry after you swooped the gold in my contest and left everyone else in the dust.
Yep, I got it right. Thank you. ~Pamela 
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This is great! Such passionate language, self-questions, and reflection. What's the story behind it? I mean where are you asking her to come?
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well, in a literal sense, I'll be coming to her soon after 8 weeks around the country. In a deeper sense, really, all I want is her to come and be with me, even if only for a moment. Yet she runs, more often than not. I can't help but wonder why it is that we run from what we want most. We humans are a confused bunch.
-thefallout
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