Love is for Literature

Just wanted to get some feelings out

Without you, theres no hope, there is only hopeless

With you I'm without fears, I'm fearless

Apart from you the tears fall like Winnie the Pooh, when those hunny bees popped his balloon and the little black rain cloud fell from the trees, but there's no Christopher Robin to catch me as soon as I come close to landing. That boy is gone.

No one to dust me off and say, hey, it's okay, you'll get that honey some day, until then lets race sticks down the river, sit here and enjoy the way things are now, not worry about broken toys and broken hearts.

See you're almost like Lady Macbeth, an emotional terrorist, forcing me to do things I really truly regret, but no one can make you do anything you don't want to, I was told, but as the number of days grow, I feel so cold and so far away from my castle, and so close to the witches cave, so lost in the dark, with my thoughts to keep me company. After all "Foul is fair and fair is foul," and thoughts are the most foul company I've ever entertained.

So I'll keep on missing you, I'm a Shrek, you're my Fiona, and Fourever after is an eye opener. A deal with Stiltskin, and I lost it all, the ink runs dry two minutes too late, theres no going back, there'll be no Happy ever after after all.

Sometimes I wish that these roles could be reversed, so that I know you'd feel the hurt, but how can you wish something like this on the ones you love? You can't because that's what love does. So believe me when I say I would never replace anyday I've spent with you, and trust that I'd never wish to hurt you, and remember please dearest of mine, if you come crawling back, I'll put my heart on the line. And babe like a Wild Thing I've gotta say, until you know

Please don't go, I'll eat you up I love you so.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed