Why.
Rhetorical!
Don't say a word.
This river flows,
no,
it rushes right through me,
skipping the rocks below,
stirring them into an unknown pile of meaningless stones,
forcing my heart to beat this way.
It is with this ominous and uncontrollable force i can still stand to love you,
even after all you have done.
I just don't know anymore.
"A thousand miles from the sun,
If only i could secretly run..." to you!
i wanted so badly just to write your name at that very moment,
now i know why i did not: you deserve no such attention.
Why.
Why do i still love you?
I could have better.
The perfect caring man is on my list of lay-a ways,
but i want you.
Why.
Just shut-up!
Tell me the rest of eternity will not be as the last six months were...
but then of course, what consequence will i give if they are so?
I would rather live an eternity with this pain
than an eternity with the perfect man.
Why?
You may speak.
I am asking you now,
Why should i stay?
Author notes
i am so hurt and confused i can't breathe, so this "poem" might no make sense and i say "poem" because i just decided to write and not stop so in no way was i trying to make a work of art. i am just venting.
What did you think
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for not "trying" to make a poem, you did a poor job... didn't you know that's what true poetry is, raw, unbridled emotion? But of course you did, and I think the whole "in no way was I trying to make a work of art" comment was just facetious sarcasm which I shall find it in my heart to forgive you for. Another great piece of work
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Hi Valentina !!
An eloquent poem , melancholy & captivating .
A sure work of art , for just venting !
'Twas a pleasure to read on this day thank you ...
Best wishes & hugs , Friend Easy
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