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You love me. So…
Falling down a hole, you catch me with one arm.
With such ease I see, your intentions came so swiftly
But I know you meant no harm.
We came so quickly but no regrets come to mind.
You’re my life, my energy, my reason to gain time.
So little years I know or even seem to remember,
But my age feels old and weak
Yet your hopes keep me standing as though I’m meant to breathe forever.
My thoughts keep me down from decisions that came around
But you tell me to stop my crying
As you lift me off the ground.
You’re heart seems so pure,
But with your innocence in my possession
From our passion and your confession,
The naïve side can be easily blind,
So, with such doubt I can’t be sure.
But when your eyes drown in pain,
I see your feelings are true.
You’re weight now, though, keeps me bounded to this life
For which I am resenting you.
Me living, mistaking, denying,
Loathing, confirming my wrongs.
Your heeding, soliciting, loving wants
Are why my memorandum still prolongs.
You say your knee will someday fall
And love will crouch before my eyes,
My feelings for you keep me persisting each day
But it’s my hatred to be that never dies.
“You’re a beautiful mystery.
A great deal of fantasy and a great deal of reality.
A breathing dream and a living memory.
I want to hold on to you for as long as I can,
I know I am yours completely and somehow
I know it’s peace when it’s us at ease.”
Your words with all meaning
Are why I am breathing.
But my mind is on a plan which years had made me demand,
“I’m not meant to be, so why can’t you just see
There’s no further time for me to procrastinate, but it’s the thought of never seeing you again
Is what I truly hate.
Yet, I perpetually turn my head-
As the past repeats itself again.
Fatuously hoping to distract.
But my heart keeps losing the fact,
I love you.