'If Ever?'

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  1. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    I know that I told you
    How busy I was
    How busy I'd be
    That life was the cause
    I told you I feared
    That we'd grow apart
    And I just couldn't bear
    More pain in my heart
    I know that I told you
    That I thought it wise
    To seperate now
    As tears filled your eyes
    I know what I said
    Just didnt make sense
    It wasn't the truth
    What I feared was the risk

    I remember you whispered
    So soft in my ear
    To please let you stay
    Let you keep me from fear
    You said you'd be strong
    As long as I loved
    You said you'd hang on
    I stubbornly shoved
    I wanted to feel
    To trust you, believe
    But I knew deep within
    You couldn't love me
    Your life was your work
    Born in your blood
    Liveing your worth
    Your own father's son
    You needed to win
    To fight and prevail
    You couldn't again
    Let them all see you fail
    You hid your own heart
    So they'd never see
    Doomed from the start
    You'd never love me

    So you let me push
    And I let you walk
    My fear was your savior
    And we never talked
    And how many glasses
    I could stack and count
    Each heartbeat that passes
    Until I pass out
    God how I miss you
    This time ticks away
    At night it gets worse
    Than the hurt of the day
    The sirens ring out
    I know that you'll answer
    Someone needs help
    You only move faster
    The thing that hurts most
    That I wished you'd see
    When I needed help
    You didn't save me

    Where does this leave us
    Agreed to stay friends
    Each time that I see you
    I live it again
    This wound remains open
    I crave you so much
    Stupid for hopeing
    I long for your touch

    You used to tease me
    For stareing at you
    I was watching you speak
    Just watching you move
    I loved how you'd snicker
    You'd tickle me blue
    The music would drown out
    The things that you'd do...
    These memories stay with me
    I wonder each day
    If you'll ever know
    What I couldn't say??

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  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: My God, what a beautiful and painfully expressed piece of your thoughts!!:eek:hmy:

    I'm sorry you feel so hurt - wish I could "do something" to make it better, to lessen the pain... but I can only offer hugs and praise and friendship...:smile:

    love,:hug: :flowers: :hug:

  3. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    TY Least...

  4. Shauna Lea

    Shauna Lea Staff Alumni

    I love it!!!!! Its almost like i wrote it myself, i can totally relate to it! U almost made me cry....thank u for sharing it wit us :smile:
    I also hope u start to feel better very soon, i kno how hard losing love is and my thoughts r with u!
  5. birdy

    birdy Well-Known Member

    still can't believe it. you're so gifted. i wish i could write something of the sort :D
    it's unbelievable how something so sad can be so beautiful at the same time.
    thanks for sharing this poem with us
  6. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    well put Birdy, who was it that said "pain is love"?

    Im tired of love.

  7. SmilePretty

    SmilePretty Staff Alumni

    i love ALL of your poems that i have ever read. and this one just confirmed that.
  8. immure

    immure Account Closed

    i don t know i don t get it "poetry that is" is this a paticular kind like how books have fiction and non. cause when i read it it just seems like a unspokin conversation or a journel writing. i don t know i just don t see it i guess.
  9. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    Its "tone".

    Its the tone of the piece.

    One person talking to another....or even thinking aloud....

    But there are all types - some poems tell stories, some relate a message, some are just an observation... Its all about perspective.

    Art is art and words are words...its all in how you SEE them.


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