Love makes you hope,
Hope makes you weak;
Love shows you dreams,
Hope lets you seek.
Life sends you warnings,
Hope takes away fear;
Folk show their colours,
Hope makes them unclear.
Life’s wounds fester lessons,
Love unlearns to forgive;
Tears gather over smiles,
Love teaches life to live.
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!
I have let go of
My reaching out to you;
And your warmth in bed;
And otherwise, too.
I have let go of love;
And love has let me go;
I doubt there’s greater pain
Than that of feeling so.
I have let go of a past,
With no great regrets;
I have let go of how soon
Every man forgets.
I have let go of dreams;
Because mine are strangers,
With no wealth or power;
But different dangers.
I let go of being betrayed;
Of not being caressed;
I let go of the intimacy
That promises professed.
I have held lives I loved,
In the palm of my hand;
And made the decision,
You may never understand.
I have let go of ash
From the bodies I burned;
And let the sea have those
For whom I yearned.
When I’ll let go of hope,
I’ll give up the last part of me,
Then will there never be,
A speck left for you of me.
Hearts Still Care 
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