I gave up this night,
When you moved away,
My arm dropped from you –
You didn’t let it stay.
I felt the hurt again;
And it drove my sleep away;
You knew I shrivelled;
Yet you slept on anyway.
I am so tired of this:
Being shunned for touch;
Despite the sweat and heat,
It’s really not much.
So when you let me go,
I decided I won’t fight,
I gave you your comfort,
And I gave up tonight.
I write in contrived rhyme,
Of love found, and of love lost,
Through the years, what I achieved
And exactly what it truly cost.
Why do most get a careless sleep,
When dark thoughts harass me so?
Why do I ask these stupid questions,
When their answers I already know?
Giving of myself comes easy;
Though I am no stranger to my worth;
I ought to be less human to
Carry on life, no matter the hurt.
I am tired of this roller coaster,
I am tired of the bitterness and pain,
I’m even tired of the truthful smiles,
That I know will surely come again.
I know love alters, when it shouldn’t,
I know death hangs around to take us all,
Yet I know I’d do it all just the same,
For I know, I’ve, within, the wherewithal!
It’s a hug
That calms a storm,
A kiss that’s cool rain,
From a sun so warm.
It’s a touch
That stands apart in a crowd.
A glance
That makes breath so loud.
It’s the moon,
On a dark night.
It’s who or what
That brings you to its light.
Love is all the words
Poets have written or said,
It births in the heart
And lives on in the head.
Hearts Still Care 
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