Annoyed that the Significant Other was out having fun with others who weren't me. |
Where poetry is concerned, I'm a real beginner. So feedback will really be useful and appreciated! This was written when I was annoyed that the Significant Other was out having fun with others who weren't me, and I was an ogre because of that. Terribly wrong of me I know. All it does is make both parties unhappy. Wisdom learnt only much later. Adding other poems to this due to space constrains. I want you to fly, really I do. Let admiring gazes fall and the world woo. To flutter and fritter away, Butterflies do that best don’t they. I want you to taste every flower juice, The sweet, the fun, the loose, The queer, the peculiar, Even the poisonous in-secular. To land on every petal, Roll your feet on tiny pollen gravel. Morning Glory, Delightful Narcissus, Oh Rue! Then awkwardly trampoline away on a gust, anew. That is true beauty, And true love surely To share true beauty with who- Ever, I have only true love for you. Love so strong, it glues and ties Love so vast, your wings are my skies Love so tortured I cannot share why To die is to try. Tell me you salsa the breeze only for… But no. A flowerful audience watches you soar. And this pleases you, this I know, An act I cannot endure or follow. And so. Here you almost sit. Eyes glistening glassily lit. Almost real, always seen. Pinned by love. Pinned green. I’m sorry. I appear mean. I mean; what I‘ve been. To be the only force that can make you happy. And now I have every stab of eternity. Thus In this box you must stay, just you. I cannot let vulgar others share, treasure you. My admiration alone must satisfy you. It should, it killed you. PROMISE TRUST A promise was needed And yet I riled in vain. Reluctantly said words, Extracted and tamed. You want the words said, And so I do as you bade. But beware this: It's not something I miss. A promise has value if trust can be contained, Yet no promise is needed if trust is already retained. A promise brings guilt to the fray; "I said, she said" this is the game we play. The promise births cunning foul play, Scarcely able to ward foul deeds away. My love, if you trust that I love you, You know I will never stray. If you can’t trust that I love you, Never trust the words I say. |