Poems

Poem #244

I get angry with myself every time I write
down a poem because I just see so much
of you in my work. You are in every verse,
in every thought. I don’t know how to
purge you out of my system. The tears
and the screams and the words and
the denial aren’t working anymore.
If this is what love does, I don’t know if
I want to feel it ever again.

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27 replies on “Poem #244”

You are not alone Luna x

If love hurts, no one in their right mind should ever want it. Pain is what pretension does, its what loss does. That void insides us lies and blames love so as to keep us to itself.

Very well said!

I’ve been there 🖤

Unfortunately, we’ve all been there. And we will all get out!

Correct!

very thoughtful poem, i know the feeling but i still believe in love

Another nice poem

Thank you!

Used to relate to this

I am so glad you wrote “used to” 😀

So am I 🙏🏽

Very well said! Those are indeed frustrating times 😔 I remember those times when all food had lost its appeal, the joy was sapped from a warm sunny day, and the repugnant reminders to “Smile, See the Good, Be the Light” no longer held the allure it once did. Writing definitely helps 😉 (as does a walk, a punching bag, a paper mache project, a needle & thread, a song, a movie, a cup of coffee/tea/water, a reminder to: Just Breathe).

Thank you so much, you said this beautifully! It’s just a phase and phases come and go. It’s up to us to heal the wounds.

These things, that are supposed to lift us up ….are the most difficult to nurture…..and devious characters tend to stain our perception.

True!

Well said

Luna, your writing is so amazing. I look forward to it every time I see you are posting one of your own. 🙂

Thank you so much, it’s nice to read this 😀

So truthful and heart touching! Loved it.

Thank you!

Beautiful words.

Inspired by this amazing poem, here is my shameless knock-off, plagiarist empathic copy. Isn’t that what poetry is supposed to do? Move you? I seriously didn’t mean to plagiarize so if I did, I apologize and will remove it.
I get angry with myself every time I listen to music because you are in every song I have on my playlist.
You don’t even know it and even if you did, you would roll your eyes and say STIIL? After all these years? Yes.
And I hate myself for that. Because you could show up unannounced at my door and I would still let you in.