Morgan A. Stephen
Dear Love - Poem by Morgan A. Stephen
I remember when you robbed me of my naivety
The innocence of my childhood dreams
I still believed in you
And ewe! how foolish I was
I thought you said there is that one special person
Whom I will walk to and want to run with in life
That I would live with to eternity
But I keep falling over and over again
Huh! broken pieces, breakup disses
Broken vows, heated lines
I hate you verses
And I still love you histories
Fights after fights
Threatening messages massaging my inbox
And still the I don't care looks.
when sometimes I am at the receiving end
and I feel betrayed and hurt
And I want to chock her to death,
and I want to squeeze the breath out of her,
and I want to tear her heart apart,
and I want to hold her in my arms,
squeeze her tenderly,
kiss her passionately,
never let her go whisper how much I love her in her ears
but I can't even stretch my hand and let her know how I feel
coz we keep fighting.
I love her she can't see.
She is stubborn and once my brightest star
but covered in the darkest clouds of our misunderstandings.
At that point I feel like am suffocating,
drowning in a pool where I can't swim.
At that point am like a fish swimming against a very strong current.
Then sometimes I treat her with a cold heart
I love her but not anymore I don't want her to text me
I don't want to see her missed calls or ignored calls
At once my heart would leap just to hear the beep of her text but now I want to see her no more
She cries but to a Deaf heart a beastly being with no understanding. can't you see how much she loves you?
But I don't love her anymore.
Those feelings I used to feel are not there anymore.
I loved you I don't know what happened.
I fell out off love in an instant and fell into another.
Now she hurts she hates that she ever loved me
but she still does.
Dear love you never told me
that love is a satisfactory compromise
That your heart will keep beating
you will want it more and more
with every different person
till you make up that one choice.
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