I cannot share;
But I must care.
I cannot hope
And I must cope
With love and life,
Both smiles and strife,
With wounds and tears,
Galloping years;
With love’s disdain,
With lust, with pain,
With darkened moons,
Blistering noons,
A starless sky
No will to try,
I cannot share:
Beware. Beware.
Hope’s forsaken,
Am I taken?
The wounds are raw,
No fatal flaw,
But smiles, though rare,
Force me to dare,
So I must care,
Beware, beware.
Tag: pain
A year
It’s been a year that forgot grief in shards,
Where my heart burst in another becoming;
I’d nothing left to lose but abstract nouns,
Which I realize were never welcoming.
You were one of the cleanest emotions:
Subtle and complete, filled with the abstract
I’ve never been able to understand,
Despite how the heart would add or subtract.
Time is the cruelest entity I find;
It destroys the heart and corrupts the mind;
And though I am surrounded by the new,
I just close my eyes and simply find you.
For you gave meaning to what can’t be seen,
In that meaning, you will always be seen.
Those books, those films, those stories and those songs
Those books, those films, those stories and those songs
Convinced us how love in life belongs.
They made us sops look for it all over:
Hope to look for it in four leaf clovers.
They never mentioned what to do after –
When the tears slyly kill the laughter,
When the stars and moon blot out and die,
When we glean every one was a lie.
They never talk of love’s staying in lease,
Or of death, or of pain, or of disease;
They never mentioned how love loses faith,
How it doesn’t need another love to mate.
Maybe, I am to blame for I looked away,
From the books, films, songs that had this to say.
I realize now what love’s true nature is:
Unjust quotients of sadness and bliss,
A ruse to reproduce before you get forlorn,
With nothing to do once the kids are gone.
Of this I’m sure: after all the cheating,
Although love leaves, the heart keeps on beating.
Hearts Still Care 
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